Memories tumble behind tear-stung eyes.
Individual moments glisten as if struck by molten rays of sunshine
As the images amalgamate and blur in the nostalgic dance between felicity and despondency.
Laughter and laments reverberate in the abyssal recesses of my war weary mind.
Long held aspirations salute their demises on ghastly, blood-stained fields
Where nightmares reign and reap the lowly rewards of broken hearts and obliterated dreams.
In the pandemonium, bereaved and mangled laborers slave away in iron shackles,
Fashioning a tower grasping for the celestial dominion where Hope still prevails,
But the tower, the beacon of resilient promise, is decimated in a holy manifestation of light,
Dispatching the workers through the abysmal night and into the fray they yearned to escape.
Rivers run crimson, like severed veins, with the exalted blood of Peace
As blades collide, and men sacrifice their lives, for a cause in which only the soulless man can believe.
Because their highest command is a beautiful, fallen man who stands behind with glee and pride
And revels as good men die in the Hell he broke free in a final maneuver toward his harrowing victory.
But high above the waging war, where the thundering clouds break into passive skies,
A terrible, heart-wrenching melody can be discerned above the clamour of marching trumpets,
Singing of the gloried time when dawn breaks the ceaseless night, and the memories of this sacred war fade away.
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Words That Fall On Deaf Ears
PoesiaHello! :) I found a collection of poetry I did on my Google Drive, so I decided I should actually post something on Wattpad. It is mostly comprised of ridiculously sappy love poems, but there are some rather dark pieces mixed in as well. I'll be...
