Hello, and welcome to the first installment of “Poetry Wednesday!”
A poem for you. Enjoy! 🙂
Here, you lie
still in time
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