The Urn (Poetry)

Hello, and welcome to the first installment of “Poetry Wednesday!”

A poem for you. Enjoy! 🙂

The Urn


Here, you lie

still in time

forgotten by

fires long extinguished from

too many ashes of an unwritten

past. holding on to the pride of ancestral

royalties once ruling empires that in

spired fear war suffering rich change

now lost gone to the tombs that bury you alive.


beneath the cracks of this hidden apparition

a rumble, low gritty echoes that collapse into chaos,

the deafening roar shattering soundscapes with fronted

screams as you desperately snatch at the

last glimmer of hope caving in, enclosing you

into darkness, blinded into oblivion.


a single crack the size of a fault

line sings a haunting lullaby.

– The Finicky Cynic


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