Your casualties are strewn across the floor,
they're on their knees, but why? What for?
There's no demand, no sacrifice,
no helping hand, it's cold as ice.
Their eyes had whispered thoughts to you,
"Come and help us, see us through."
Helpless, all have wrested here,
a thousand lifetimes in one year.
One day things might be alright,
but this day brings no dawning light;
one day takes a thousand years,
and thousands more await their fears.
There's no escape, there's no reprise
from tears that drape their seeking eyes.
"A cup of water, something cool?"
Await the slaughter of the fool.
Not today, it's just the same;
we all know we are all to blame.
For once we held our hands out too,
for grace withheld when grace was due.
Mercy, is it dead at last?
Mercy, how the time goes fast.
Mercy, is there cause for hope?
Mercy, cut the hanging rope.
Captains, rulers, dogs of hate;
they're all the same as us of late,
feeble, wretched, wasting here.
Alone, rejected, tired of fear.
Begging death to end this reign,
it moves, it taunts in its disdain;
and still time passes ever slow
for these lost masses none will know.
And love, that thought of heaven's scent;
that dove of torment, no relent;
what happened to the hope of love?
It turned into that rope above.
Silence crushes all who speak,
the strong, the able, weak and meek.
No words of comfort offered here,
only the silence born of fear.
Is mercy really dead at last?
Is love to be lost to the past?
Questions wreck the thinking brow,
though thirsty, they're not drinking now.
"Where is the captain of the night?
He's not with us, this isn't right!
Alone, their questions brew their pain
with no suggestions, no refrain.
Comfort all you can while here;
those far, those lost, those ever near.
Comfort, for there's none down there;
comfort, while there's time to spare.
Author notes
He led captivity captive.
A contest entry
- Let us take on the Domain of HELL....all metaphors welcome! by ears2hearyou.
1200 points, ended November 7, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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much to feast upon this poem....I've read it through out
the day to sip on it...and let it burn..hearing what
you say...
personally..at times in my life when hope seemed fading
fast....and answers came not, and I angered that miracle
was not brought forth....
I realized then...I must walk through it...learning
every painful inch of the way....and yes it did feel
like maybe i was abandoned unto the fires of hell...
today..one year later...I understand...just how important
I never return to a path that left me so hopeless...
and I see clearly now what lead me on that path in the
first place.
YOur poem is written so that those who hear it...will
and those who don't...won't.
thankyou for your entry into hell.
ears/Seattle
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Many stanza's in this caught the dragon eye!
Mercy, is it dead at last?
Mercy, how the time goes fast.
Mercy, is there cause for hope?
Mercy, cut the hanging rope.
and
Silence crushes all who speak,
the strong, the able, weak and meek.
No words of comfort offered here,
only the silence born of fear.
Through out mankinds history,
these are truly the questions
that seem to torment their
society role and individual soul.The domain of Hell...is it real..
or how we challenge it.
flamesdragoness
well done!
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