Butterfly girl
sits in anticipation
in this world of destruction
The aftermath of the storm
unfolds before my eyes
the act of man
Cries and screams
dissipate into the night
fades of the human race
Vast the cast of pain
that flourishes in abundance
That cradles all lost souls
in beautiful decadence
The world lays in crumble
as I close my eyes
Ears are tuned to deaf
I do not long to hear the cries
A contest entry
- PIF by whispernthedark.
400 points, ended May 21, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You weaved a wonderful story from the picture. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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A superb take on the picture. Very smooth flow when reading, great piece. All the best in the contest
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The Butterfly effect... this is a doomed view but after seeing the picture I can understand the reason for it. The poem covers the picture well but I think its the last two verses that really explain the complexities. Especially the forth verse where you assemble this eloquent description of hopelessness of the city's eventual decay. best of luck with this
cyberartist
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