Terra's final battle

Terra's final battle

A Poem by Thomas
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It started out as free verse, but I can't break from structure for the life of me...

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What time is it now?

When did I wake?

The days seem so short now

That the envious moon has taken

Over the world I once ruled

When days were long. The sun shone

On the briny beaches in

The kingdom I once owned

Before the anger of the earth

Toppled worlds to the ground

That once could have shown us

What was lost could be found

If the pages of numbered words

Could be heard in the sea

Of every coulda, shoulda, hadda,

Probably, wouldda, and might-be.

Gone is the age of innocence,

The days of hide and seek,

This sandbox called a desert

Has been abandoned for the meek

Insubordinate reality called life

Whose thorny relief provides

Harsh and bitter comfort

For those who have died

In Terra's final battle

Those many years ago

And the residual after-effect

Is only starting to flow

From streams of ink and emotion

Onto contracts sure and strong

That make me rub my eyes

And examine all of the wrong

Words that I bled out

While I was still asleep.

Now, no cow can think of

Ever taking a leap

In the eternal night that has

Extinguished the eyes of those

Who were smarter, brighter, and stronger,

But now focus on the woes

That besot their timid lives now

As they let the world pass by.

Crop circles now make contact

But no one wonders why

The jaded form of youth

Has colored on the only wall

That is left as a memorial

For those who took the fall:

To the trees in distant worlds

To the rocks in far away lands

To the souls of other humans

Who now take it in their hands

To take granted what was given

And destroy their gift of love

Forever. Hark, for the gods,

Who watch from high above,

Are consorting with mother earth

And with old father time

In an old stone arena

About what's rightfully mine.

"What happens next," you ask

"In your life I call a show?"

The war continues to wage

And only father time would know

What's up must sometime come down

But what falls will eventually rise

And that's come to be known

As my lifes ebbs and tides

That you find so entertaining

While I silently weep

With my eyes wide shut

Wishing I could go back to sleep.

© 2009 Thomas


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Thomas
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Upper Perkiomen, PA



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