What brings the wind?
What brings the rain?
The thunder rolls...i feel the pain.
The sun goes down...the night invades and suffocates.
The city sleeps...i stay awake.
I look, I stop, I look again. I think. I pause.
It makes no sense.
I bend...I fall...I hit the earth...
The icy drops blast me with their weight.
The wind slams into my back.
I wish to rise, but I can not.
Bound hopelessly by all, abandoned and distraught.
The rain continues its demonic rhythm.
But feel it I or not? And matters it?
For senses dull, a mind confused, a soul crushed...
What can one feel?
The lightning splits the sky ahead blinding the globe.
The thunder claps at my ears reigning on its throne.
In a second, Earth lives. And lives eternal-ly.
In a second, we die. Yet I was really dead too long ago.
The time when there was hope.
The time when there was peace.
The time when there was courage, honour and display of might.
All gone...all vanished...all are now none.
Where was that cliff that caused the fall?
How came it there?
All useless now...tis too late...to search
For causes and effects.
Yet there were once battles, some lost, some won.
But there was a spark back then.
But now...bleeding...bloodied and blackened i lie.
Bathed in darkness endless, bathed in ______.
It will be soon but now...the eyes will give themselves away...
the arms, the legs, and all the rest...
It is the end.
The burden was too large...could not be carried. It is now but only one result to have.
I gasp for air. The rain but floods my gaping mouth.
I choke. My breath grows short.
My body shudders within itself.
My eyes grow dim, they turn to stone.
I want to say something...desperately...to the world...
I can not...i choke even more...
I try to raise my dying arm...a symbol if I could...
The hand seems for a moment animated...but falls lifeless once again to be no more.
I can not tell it to the world then.
Yet even if I could, it would understand it not.
SO it is so.
And it is thus.
This is what will come to pass.
The mind is dead. The body too. The soul dies in agony.
The only thing...the corpse.
It will decay. Just leave it there.
For it is no one's. And it is no one's care....

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antony

very good poem.

feels like fire and brimstone, corruption of the soul and jadedness. it's long but the flow and imagery doesn't make it feel long. we all have a dark side and it's good to get it out. if you want to talk about it there are plenty of people here that care.

nice write

wow, very vivid - thanks for sharing that