This Dying Day..

there is a world out there that so many of us turn our eyes from, we turn our backs to it and shut off our mind to what happens.. the horrors a few must face and how it destroys them and crumbles their day to day.. remember them in your littany of daily p

dead leaves swirl over ground
rotted fruit decaying in the sun's failing grace
i was brought to this moment falling into serenity
the peace i've walked a lifetime to reach

stolen by beggar's embrace
violent passage
the nightmare disgrace
this pain is your pain
this sorrow, my vein

travelled to solemn spaces
i turn to all the false prophets
asking why
i am to be emasculated in his place

shattered the deep
This time i held dear
terrorizing her place
biding my time in fear

the leaves underfoot
no breath of sky
to salve this way
to end
this dying day

Reviews

[crystallized illusions]

A very blunt yet realistic view point.
Well done!

"I turn to all the false prophets asking why..."