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Author: Extraho-Uxor
Fiction Rated: K - English - General/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-23-07 - Updated: 05-23-07 - Complete - id:2365843

Gone, Gone


Stealing into cool shadow

A fog descends, spreading like disease

And heartache.

Filling all with fears,

Your screaming is a smiling show—

A laughing mockery

Of all it is to be man


The glinting of steel—

The shining, shimmering waves of crystalline cool…

A rippling wind sweeps across the placid surface,

Distorting life again.

Where are we now? Does anyone know?

Does anyone care?


Lost in a buckling, angry haze—

Tossed about a million different ways,

Scrambling for a foothold

Against the onslaught of evil thoughts.

I stem the tide—force away the fog.

Everywhere I turn, I face an even greater loss

Which is next to go? My mind?

My heart?


Lashing out, we’re alone again

To face the great green towers of life—

Giants by right—undefeatable demons.

God’s face is but a twisted dream of metal spires.

Hollow words fill me,

Spoken through rotted teeth and a forked tongue.


The empty promises shatter like glass— sand spills out.

Into every crevice, it spreads.

No way out of the deafening silence.

We’re drowning in it.

A cool breeze ruffles leaves,

Forgetting—continuing

We are no more—faded glory calls


A time for heroes never comes

We’re waiting—ever waiting

Like barren seed to bear fruit

In a yellow skied world of violence and death

Too much heat…

No more life to breathe or sleep to deprive

Death


We deserve it all.

Shallow pools of darkening mists crawl to the surface

No resistance any more—

No strength or faith.

One by one, ashes to ashes, we all fall.

Like anchors dragged into the depths of burning, smoldering rock.

Falling to the bitter peace of desecrated and false happiness—

Clinging to the skirts of safety till the last


Then, like drunken machines we stumble over dry and rigid earth—

Trudging on like soldiers without a dream—without a hope.

A bright, stony sun watches our slavery.

But man is dead.

Spiritless shells walk the beaches of time—

Cracking in the scorching rays of complacent knowledge.

We know everything—we know nothing.

We’ve forgotten how to learn.

We have lost it all.

We will be judged.

Falling, falling

Fading, fading

Gone, Gone.


A/N: one of the most emotional and personal pieces i have ever written. As you can guess, i was having the worst day ever. The world isn't how i'd like it to be, but how can you change something so big? help all the people that need helping? and awaken others to all the wrong in the world. I've been walking through my own life like a shadow, regarding everything like an objective observer but thats over now. i'm broken. the world needs to change and my words and my thoughts are the only way I feel that I can do my part. Man is doomed unless we stand together. I have little faith in us as a society, but as a species, we have the most potential but we're wasting it all... enought of my ranting. just enjoy the poem. I hope it makes you think a little.


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