A poem for the Dark Dreamscapes Contest. |
** Image ID #1998576 Unavailable ** From the epicenter of tumultuous emotions Erupts an avalanche of deep-rooted sorrow. Well-bred and nourished by utter negligence, Apathy, disdain, truculence and blithering lies. What do we do in this make-believe world Full of deceit, lies, and unscrupulousness? These have been accelerating their pace since The dawn of civilization, and now spring like volcanoes. Life loses its literal meaning in this world Of impassiveness and mutual animosity. It's better to die than to live in this fake earth On which demon-like monsters reside. Skulduggery has etched in our innocent hearts, We no longer have faith in the impostors. We despise this cursed life of vices sucking Its vitality continually, making it a drab and dry one. The masks of evil men beguile and confound us. False promises and true lies repeatedly break our hearts. Like withered buds, our life is without the basic sap. Deep agony torches us and we lose hope. The skulls of skeletons do not haunt us now For we have faced real apparitions in human-like forms In this life of sheer infamy and countless nightmares. We are just living corpses whose days are numbered. Like a sprigthly nightmare this life rots and dreads us, Murders our guileless souls with unstoppable treachery. Lively phantoms of misdeeds and nefariousness wreck us, In vain we attempt to extirpate the weeds of piled sin. 28 lines Form: free verse |