A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of unspeakable evil.
Two clasping hands
Wrapt in prayer
Wracked in agony
Sorrow visits
Crimson divots
Running through this
Steel carried on
These thunderous wings
Such empty things
A completed mist
Thick in such a way as to make
It impossible to make amends
Coming to a boil
Remarkable as all hell
Finding blues at the bottom
Of a list of what you have left
Settled in for an ambush
Wrists already sore
Can we set aside the pretense
And just go to fucking war?
These dividends divisive
Terror taught incisive
Instinctive cowardice instilled
Where hearts are bleeding still
In the sickness of that room
Miasma of that womb
Lost in apathy
Instead of passion at the tomb
Where rolling stones dwell
No longer guarding bones
Bodies rise to have a taste
Painfully alive
Roaring waters
Rest assured it cuts through
Solid rock erosion
Is coming down for you
Ask yourself a question
Is this a path that you can walk
Is this worth even repairing
Can you even speak at all?
These thoughts add up to nothing
Prayers fall off, deaf
Gears turning, ears burning
Not much time is left
Gaunt in your remembrance
Pallet of pallid color spread
Rivers running through these
Highly suspect heads
Sea of neurons flash
Lungs inhaling breath
Yet you're not the ones
Left holding
Carrying the empty weight
A void and nothing else
A soul of shattered glass
An open-eyed abyss
Two eyes in disbelief
Holding what remains
Brought to the edge
Fleeing into grief
Nails and rivets
Into coffins boring
Choirs' distant warning
Justice is a torrent
Coming Down For You
(all art generated via AI Wombo Dream)
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