Faces appear void of colour
Blood drained from arteries
Ivory moon laughs silently
For she prophesied this
We wrung life from our planet
As though it is disposable
Yearning earth is torn asunder
Ravaged by her occupants
Opal night draws nigh
Casting shadow over all
We cannot hide from darkness
Yet morning still rises
Turquoise skies radiates light
Heaving ocean reflects blue
A flicker of reason remains
Time has not yet
Relegated us to the ash pile
Rise up for where there is blue
Is hope
Author notes
Option 1
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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great poem...
you used this option wisly
you gave it great meaning
thank you for entering the contest...
--kat -
great harmony in your metaphor
Tamara




