I look upon the devastation
it's totality, serene
Nothing left for preservation
every nook and cranny, clean
No vestiges of life
no hint of joys or pains
An apathy of strife
no light within, remains
Over analyzed
every speck of dust
Over critiqued, penalized
unable too, adjust
To mark a date and time
where such a thing occurred
Or who would claim the crime
the memories now, are blurred
I am what I have made
of this there is no doubt
The reaper has been paid
my inward eye, turns out
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
I look upon the devastation
it's totality, serene
Nothing left for preservation
every nook and cranny, clean
No vestiges of life
no hint of joys or pains
An apathy of strife
no light within, remains
Over analyzed
every speck of dust
Over critiqued, penalized
unable too, adjust
To mark a date and time
where such a thing occurred
Or who would claim the crime
the memories now, are blurred
I am what I have made
of this there is no doubt
The reaper has been paid
my inward eye, turns out
One of my first poems, I'm still tweaking it :D
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