Echoes of their voices linger in my head
Calling out for me to lend them a hand
But without a second thought I had turned
And their souls in fire, they burned.
To such a devastating situation
I heed no real attention
For I am made of stone
And they, of bone.
They break with a slight word of silence
And handle not the violence
Of a sudden storm of reality
In a world that shows nothing less than cruelty
To men that show some mercy
And women who love kindly.
To children who hold some innocence
It will pry this childhood out of existence
And throw it into the flames that lust
For the taste of the wine that they thrust
Out of their screams of agony to be saved
Back into the world that laid
Their faiths in the hands of this destiny
And into my arms that hold no care
Of lives that have given into despair
Because of their goodness in a world that deserves not
To be treated as such.
And so I carelessly step over their ashes
That scatter and vanishes
Into yet, another prison
Which, alas, won’t let them roam free,
But rather swirl to the command
Of an unbothered King of winds
Leading them nowhere
But deeper into despair.
Note: I haven’t written a poem since i was 14. I suddenly just stopped. However, recently i’ve been inspired to write poetry again. It gives me a sense of ease and puts me in a stress-free mood. It also allows me a little break as i write a short story to publish again. I hope you’re enjoying the poems. They may be rusty, but with practice and your support, i hope i’ll be back on track. Good night everyone 😊