Lament

A tormented soul, now sings aloud.
A song of pain, a song of sorrow,
of dreaded miseries and painful memories.
All with the smell of stagnant blood.

Terror, tremors and trauma fills it up.
Of shock, elevation and treachery.
Life has been a sea of sorrow,
an unending journey filled with
hatred and self pity.

Journeying into the beyond,
past the mirages, life seems too
hopeless. For it killed all the
little joys and filled in it,
the salt of tears.

Here I am, having built myself
a tomb of stones, to lock me
in. To isolate me from a world
which torments me, from its
beings, who make me cry.

To see the hate war, the blood
spilled in the name of power,
in the name of wealth. To hear
the cry of world, the lament of
man. The shattering noises
and the heart breaking sights,
no more can I endure it.

The ghastly beasts and the war
machines has made this world
a cemetery. For once peace used
to live here, but now only in death.

As the day comes to end,
one looks at the bleeding sun 
with no hope of seeing it again….