Gray Horizon
Besieged souls fight up their way
against a pile of bodies in lay.
Hearts tremble in disarray
as the horizon turns to gray.
On the ground, the children scream
as the quake shatters their dream.
Ruins of shatter drown the stream
as the sun's rays turn to dim.
On the sea, young souls flutter
as they try to dodge the shatter,
while the wrath of the raging water
tries to clip their voice to stutter.
A weeping mother mourns her child
even though his ways were wild,
for the time for him to be mild
can no longer be seen by her grandchild.
Two lovers, long drifted away,
long for more time together to stay
but the bleakness of the day
brought the tears as she watched him lay.
How could the world forget the day
when the horizon turned to gray?
Thousands of souls in tragic slay;
Many pristine, with no debt to pay.
Oh! Lord almighty,
cuddle us, pour your mercy.
Swerve us away from this monstrosity,
unto upturn and prosperity.
February 10, 2023
A Brian Strand Choice No 1185 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2023
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