Poem 33 - Echoes of a Shattered Soul

 Yes, yes, I have seen people changing,
Even the hardest stones melting, rearranging.
Promises here are but the signs of the weather,
Yes, yes, I have seen my own blood boil together.

Those once so close, now distant, far away,
For whom I prayed in my solitude each day.
Yes, yes, I have seen myself falling apart,
My very being burning deep in the heart.

Eyes of honor, yet a conscience shattered,
A face glowing bright, though by deceit battered.
Yes, yes, I have seen moths consumed in flame,
And mighty mountains slipping, losing their name.

Now we survive on strangers’ trust alone,
Breathing the last as if life’s already gone.
Yes, yes, I have seen fate turning its side,
The humble of earth in sudden pride.

Whose name will inherit love’s final decree?
Whoever it is must bear punishment’s plea.
Yes, yes, I have seen soul torn from skin,
And my conscience striving to rise again within.

And those drowned only in worldly desire,
Their purpose in life is empty, entire.
Yes, yes, I have seen creation slowly dying,
And this world collapsing, deserts multiplying.