This is just a poem I wrote about a year ago for a contest. Everyone seemed to enjoy it so I decided to share. Feedback is more than welcome.

Lost Utopia

Yellow rays of gentle golden sunlight,

Peek between the beautiful green leaves,

of the trees so powerful, towering above.

Great spirits so ancient and wonderful.

Oh how my heart seems to lift so wildly,

as I hear the gentle voices uttered forth

from the depths of the mighty spirits,

that dance around me in a gentle breath.

Everything seems so beautiful.

The comforting rays, the calming songs.

Drumming, beating, a pure heart, but something’s amiss,

The calming voices, they falter.

They’re loud, now screaming.

No longer are they sweet and beautiful.

It’s getting colder, my skin is freezing.

Burning, searing, everything’s shrieking.

Falling now the leaves of green,

sweet yellow rays replaced by gray.

The air is rancid instead of pure,

The water like ash on my tongue.

The earth beneath my bare feet,

Once so soft and smelled of fresh flowers

Now sickening to touch as though

It was not earth but glass and metal.

What has happened?

Where am I?

This is not the world I came to.

It cannot be the one I chose to live my life.

This world is dieing now.

Only the solitary space I kneel

the last space where the air

seems slightly easier to breathe.

Sharp shards appear where the trees

once stood so powerful and commanding.

Now nothing but charred mounds,

spilling to the ground in dust.

This world is dead, if not still dieing.

Unruly hands destroying what still lives.

I fear for the life of what is hidden,

I fear for the lives of those destroying.

How can it be that they do not see?

The horrible things they are doing

to the earth which has sustained them

raised them to grow as strong as they are.

I hope that my breath will not stop

like the others that used to surround me.

But they are still coming, their horrid drums

Beating the song of my death.