Mould and Decay
A WANING SUN HAD SET THE SCENE
0N A DYING GRAVEYARD ALL SERENE
BUT MOULD AND DECAY HAD HAD ITS WAY
IT LIVED AND THRIVED WHEN ALL HAD DIED
LIFES A LIFELONG VIRTUAL DREAM
ON A UNIVERSAL TIME MACHINE
INITIALISED BY A BABIES CRY
EXPIRING IN UNTIMELY DEATH
ECHOING ONE LONG LAST LINGERING BREATH
AND IN BETWEEN THESE TIMELY SCENES
A FLEDGLING SOULS WASTED DREAMS
AN ETERNITY OF LIFE LIES THERE
CLOAKED IN A REALM OF DESPAIR
TIME HAD TIME ENOUGH TO SCHEME
AND TIME HAS TIME TO DECIDE
AN UNTIMELY DEATH FOR THOSE WHO DIED
THE DEVILS DARKNESS SWEPT AWAY
THE FADING LIGHT OF A DYING DAY
TO CONCEAL THE SCENE OF MILDEWED GREEN
MOSS PAINTED STONES AND GRAVEYARD BONES
IN AGED VANDALISED DECAY
DAYS WANING LIGHT SEDUCED THE NIGHT
TO CHASE AWAY THE DYING LIGHT
CLINGING TO THE GRAVEYARD STONES
OF MILDEWED MOSS AND BLACKEND BONES
WHAT BRINGS ME HERE
TO A PLACE SO DREAR
WITH ITS MOULD AND DECAY
LIVING AND DYING AWAY
ITS SURVIVING AND THRIVING
WHEN ALL ELSE IS STRIVING
TO HIDE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION AWAY
TIL RESURRECTION DAY
WHENTHE TRUMPETS EXPEL
EVERYONE FROM THEIR CELL
TO SPRING CLEAN ITS SUCH A DISGRACE
I WOULDNT BE SEEN DEAD IN THE PLACE
THE INMATES WERE ALL KEEN
TO JOIN IN THE SCHEME
AND WITHOUT ANY MOANS
ABOUT ACHING BONES
Copyright © Stanley Clayton | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment