Coliseums of departed
faiths,
where all equilibrium
forfeits,
Imbalanced by how the
Ground once shook
I am but a victim of
such
Tragedy.
I watched it all.
And heard everything
as well.
Therefore
I am resigned
To a life
Forever stained
With such sights
And sounds
And I force myself back
probably far too often than advised
Trying, to find a way
to save but one, perhaps then, it would
Be such a face my memories
today would continuously trace.
Tried out a bit of different voice here and went with more of a choppy, sputtering type of style.
The first stanza is ground shaking in more sense than one. It took a retake to fit the end in to the beginning, but I think I have it now. I like that about it. My kind of poem!
ReplyDeletebut you didnt record it....ha...cool, love experimenting...actually my fav part today in the paragraph at the end...
ReplyDeleteOne little thing can change all at ones wing, so best to just look at the past and not try to give a time blast or all could go to shit, literally or just a bit.
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