Loss echoes on the wind
Heaving heavy sighs
As it blows past ravaged lands
Heaths, once forests, burnt to nothing
Ash on the wind;
It tastes bitter loss
Loss echoes through the bare soil
Void of life, no creature dare
Tread upon the dead, the dying;
Earth is dying, but do we even
Care?
Loss seeped into a barren wasteland
Scarred, ugly, tarnished beyond repair
Never to be beautiful again
Never to sustain, breathe life;
Instead, lies like a malfunctioning
Organ, infecting the body with poison
Damaging without repair
Such loss
Such pain
Draw a rattling breath
Heave a last weary sigh
Echoing its loss in the silent wind
Only in death will it forget its loss
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Tears Of The Rose
PuisiA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
