Sanctuary

The decay of a sanctuary.

My heart was a sanctuary,

Filled with an array of plants and animals,

Abundant in life,

Flowing streams of glimmering hope,

Thriving vines of joy,

And a thick, soft under-layer of promise.

 

My heart was a sanctuary,

There are less animals now,

The plants aren’t so green or vibrant,

The stream of glimmering hope doesn’t flow as fast as it used to,

The vines of joy don’t grow as high,

But that soft, rich under-layer of promise still grew more abundant every day.

 

My heart was a sanctuary,

Only the predators remain,

They chased away all the lovely, innocent creatures,

The stream of hope is now a few muddy puddles,

The vines of joy are shrivelled upon the under-layer,

Even that under-layer of promise was starting to decay.

 

My heart was a sanctuary,

There are no more animals,

There are no more plants,

The stream of hope is just a bed of rocks,

The vines of joy no longer have roots,

And that under-layer of promise, is just cold, solid stone.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The blows of life can be hard, sometimes overwhelming the inner sanctuary. Whether they remain in control is up to the individual.

[undisclosed]

I suppose you're right, maybe I let my sanctuary turn cold.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Ruby. Your heart was a haven of safety where you were surrounded by all you loved in nature. Your poem very much reminds me of what is happening currently to our planet. Each day more and more destruction occurs. Our species is its own worse enemy.

Your stanzas are nicely composed, there is some great imagery, I like the repetition at the beginning of each stanza. An enjoyable read.

Chris

[undisclosed]

Thank you heaps, I hope you are well.

Ruby

[Chris Shaw]

All good thank you. You take great care.