Poetry From A Broken Mind

Poem Without A Name

Walking through the rubble that once was my dwelling place

Wanting to start again;

Many want to always talk about me,

Go ahead and fight me then.

Shrieks of pain can be heard all around,

The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight;

Broken bodies house shattered spirits,

Souls no longer able to see hope's light.

The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shore,

Hell's fires quick to lick at their battered hearts;

Bodies wasted on the blackest plains in Hell's domain,

We watch them as we go, Watch as demons tear them to parts.

That we fly ever free, we're free before the thunderstorm,

Our clipped wings now healed, we soar above the clouds;

On towards the wilderness our quest carries on,

In search of the lands that are every summer tilled with plows.

The life that once was,

Left behind, no second glance;

The ones who hurt us

Never getting another chance.

We are the angels,

Fallen from our homes;

Ravaged minds from the war,

Wanting to cleanse again in the home water's foams.

You say I am not with you,

Yet I am everything around you;

The sky above, the earth below, the river yonder, the air you feel are

The heart of my being, my very soul.

You think you can kill me,

Yet I am still here;

You try to detach from me,

But you can't, I am what you fear.

This is the way to tell you

That I am like you,

But not like you because I have the knowledge to try to save you,

But you do not wish to know it.

I didn't know what to say to you

Anymore when you continue to push me away;

You wish to stay in the ignorance of your ways because you wish not

To accept the cruel reality that I had no choice but to know.

I knew what to say in this

Poem of my mind;

But didn't know what to call it,

So this is the poem without a name.