Kanna-sama: For me, the return of poetry is a bad sign of my current mental state.

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Title: The World Is Crumbling Around Me

Rating: K

Genre: Poetry

Summary: Complete. The world is crumbling around me like an unsteady roof. God has sent His furious stallion on me, to beat me with his hoof. Poetry.

Notes/Warnings: Poetry; religious references; complete

Rules of this poem: each stanza six lines each; there must be some kind of rhyme to each stanza; title must be included only once in each stanza; the sentences of each stanza must have an understandable rhythm.

Note on the Rules: I generally stick to only one or two rules in my poems, so this was a bit new for me.

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The World Is Crumbling Around Me

The world is crumbling around me,

Like an unsteady roof.

God has sent His furious stallion on me,

To beat me with his hoof.

I can see I cannot stop it,

For He stands above me, angry, looming from His pulpit.

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And even now I see,

How desolate I may be,

Because the world is crumbling around me,

Like the roaring, clashing sea.

The waters beat me mercilessly,

And now I know for certain,

That no longer am I free.

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The world is crumbling around me,

But no one else can see this;

It tumbles and crashes and roars,

Through my mind, now a hazy mist.

I run and scream and holler through all these open doors,

But there are no answers from Him,

Nor shall there ever be.

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The lightning shatters across the sky,

Awakening all of those who sleep.

And no matter how I try,

I cannot escape this pain He can reap.

The world is crumbling around me,

This has become obvious to me.

Finis

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Kanna-sama: The repetition of the title was on purpose. The first four lines came to me randomly. I generally have stopped writing poetry, so I am a bit disturbed by this sudden inspiration of it; I have only written poetry in the most unpleasant time of my life. In any case, please leave a review telling me how you liked it. Ciao.