True Poets' Punishment (Part 1)

Once in a wonder land I trekked – Through the chaos and the wreck. The earth was clothed in a misty layer – Sown by the heavens’ unanswered prayers. Cold hard steel, some sort of construction site – The somber setting ignited my being with fright. In this ebony that was once so white – I slept to a hymn (now a dirge,) every night. I shuddered; in attempt to shake off the opaque oppression – Born from the theft of all of my precious possessions. That left me Mute, Blind, Deaf, (predominated by regression,) – Smashed up and shattered into debris of dank Depression. Perhaps the sun will shine and goad my valves to thaw – Perhaps I shall speak my mind, and unclench my jaw. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to grow razor claws – To rip out and shred up my every flaw. But it is I who drew this fiasco, who made this mess – Who sold her soul, hurt and loved, but never confessed, Who gave without return, her all, and nothing less – A fool and compassion’s slave I am, one would guess. Fanning wheat in a field of revulsion, (of my own making) – Bestowed the unworthy, gave and gave more, without taking. I grudged and judged, oblivious that I was simply mistaking – Growing strong, (for a coward whose heart is breaking.) In the wonder land once so placid, I descried something eerie – Cacophonous odd footsteps, fatigue and weary. “It ought to be the winds rustle,” my cerebration’s theory – No living soul dare walk outside, (in a wonder land so dreary.) But the preternatural noise hissed, and hissed more – Its echoing murmurs and whispers I could not ignore. Aghast, I spotted a movement in the sky, (a bird that soared) – Curiosity held my hand, this bird's destination I shall explore. I jumped, sprung, ran and raced so free – Until I felt my pulse beating in my feeble knees. There ought to be a cause for this bird to flee – To a wonder land so dreary, this very night, above me. After an endless chase, it perched on the cold ground – I caged my breath, my helpless heart began to pound. It’s a raven, my bloodshot and teary eyes had found – For its glance pierced my soul (and its stare was profound.) My heels clicked on the floor that was rock-hard – Looking around, I found myself in a grave yard. I carefully walked into the cemetery, (left without a guard,) – Into the stack of buried souls, beaten and scarred.