- Non-Erotic Poetry
- World in Ruins
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She looked down to see
a fractured city torn
and twisted metal in
knots of every kind...
mother nature was an
evil wench that
devastated our city
left it in ruins and razed.
Fire and brimstone
the end of days
the endless onslaught
the manic minute...
left our world in ruins
full of fire without
hope to rebuild or
find another home.
The crushed buildings
the crunched up cars
the dead and dying
the feeling of dread...
it lingered everywhere
like tension in the air
can't cut it with a knife
there's too much smoke.
The horrors set in and
the oceans were polluted
so much devastation
and so much death...
the end is here and now
we were blind, deaf and dumb
to whatever will kill us...
now we've a world in ruins.
- COMMENTS
mseg147 months agoApocalyptic, to say the least. For some reason I find the greatest personal resonance in the lines about being blind, deaf and dumb to whatever will kill us. And comparing mother nature to an evil wench is an effective reversal of clichés. I have myself written a sort of apocalyptic poem, The Feast at the End of the World, which can be read on this site.
