Disaster

Disasterious

An Oblivion had happened,

No one knows how.

It had befallen on us,

I can’t explain how.

 

It was a crucial day,

The dreg that was left,

Became a fiasco.

Was there anything left?

 

Everyone’s filled with exasperate,

All our heritage lost.

The inert aroma in the air,

Life is now lost.

 

Soon everyone is pallid,

Color drained from their face.

There is no rational explanation

For what happened to this place.

 

The reciprocal food,

Not enough to eat.

There is know a stricture on the food

That we could all eat.

 

We tried to embody the town,

We tried to garnish it as well,

But soon it looked like negligent.

All our hopes fell into a well.

 

They made an abyss

To bury the dead.

It was an opus,

What more could be said?

 

A mercenary I became

To try to help out,

We put up a veneer

To keep other bad things out.

 

This was no parable,

I will say that,

But a depressing poem,

It sounds just like that.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Interesting poem of despair and lost hope, something we all experience at one time or another collectively or as an individual. I love you language, and especially these lines "We tried to embody the town,
We tried to garnish it as well"
I look forward to reading more of your work.