Echoed silence screams across the vast horizon
As the lush, green grass reaches towards it.
Cool torrents of ghastly winds
Sweep the leaves to be psychedelic,
As an olive scent carries the uneven breadth to
Sweet,
Everlasting
Silence...
Then from the silence, emerges a roar;
Clamorous, bloodcurdling cries,
Shouts of sworn pride
And revengeful eyes.
A single lone shadow is thrust upon the land
As colourful hues shriek across remains of natural earth.
Ashes are found
Filling holes of fiery rage
Excluding the souls who saw
Then took their world from themselves.
An echo appears once again
For the life lost
And for the forgotten, regretful fields
Where frozen hands
gently lay.
No more.
As the ashes and the lost lives lay
Peace flies through the debris in shock, taking in the scene.
Sadness, harsh, bitter sadness.
The life is no more, the peace cannot stay.
"Wait!"
They cry.
"Wait!
The years we lay without slumber,
Our hunger yearns,
Our thirst for redemption,
Years of searching and waiting for peace, for tranquility.
We yell motionless: numb from the world.
You watch,
Yet we scream:
You ignore, but why?
Why peace, can't we join peace?
We beg you to free us from this eternal prison!"
Peace sits still, then responds with tones of grief for the ruins:
"You wish to be granted sleep
Yet you cannot see what you've really done. Wishes of harm have raided your conscience and you've done nothing but let it.
You don't understand the consequences of your malevolent sins against each other,
against your home.
Because of you I am no more.
The land: no more.
The life: no more.
The earth: no more.
I am no more.
You may never
Retreat to peace...
Never.
Only to ever
Remain in eternal cries of misery
And regret
And shame
For the world
And the snatched lives of yourselves and others that you stole.
You are no more.
The pain you have caused cannot be redeemed.
If you are to despair:
Despair it what could have been avoided.
War was inevitable,
But your actions weren't."
The souls carry on
As their regrets fill the air.
All this conflict,
All this fighting,
All this blood shed for nothing but revenge.
All this blood spilt
To destroy each other whilst
The land, the earth
Was not acknowledged once.
Not once.
Through time, rain beats down hard onto the empty corpses like passionate hands against an empty drum.
Pain and refreshment enter the abandoned terrain with bursts of curiosity and disappointment.
Pain to see yet never touch.
Refreshment to admire the natural beauty.
Seconds turn to minutes.
Minutes turn to hours which lead into days,
Then weeks, then years.
The souls scream, in knowledge of it serving them no good.
They never stop, doomed to eternally cry "What if...?"
Merciful and forgiving questions stay unanswered and out of sight.
What if...?
YOU ARE READING
Eternal cries
PoetryOne mistake, One great death of all and you're next. But don't despair, you won't be alone.
