A poem for the Dark Dreamscapes Contest.
From the epicenter of tumultuous emotions
Erupts an avalanche of deep-rooted sorrow.
Well-bred and nourished by utter negligence,
Apathy, disdain, truculence and blithering lies.
What do we do in this make-believe world
Full of deceit, lies, and unscrupulousness?
These have been accelerating their pace since
The dawn of civilization, and now spring like volcanoes.
Life loses its literal meaning in this world
Of impassiveness and mutual animosity.
It's better to die than to live in this fake earth
On which demon-like monsters reside.
Skulduggery has etched in our innocent hearts,
We no longer have faith in the impostors.
We despise this cursed life of vices sucking
Its vitality continually, making it a drab and dry one.
The masks of evil men beguile and confound us.
False promises and true lies repeatedly break our hearts.
Like withered buds, our life is without the basic sap.
Deep agony torches us and we lose hope.
The skulls of skeletons do not haunt us now
For we have faced real apparitions in human-like forms
In this life of sheer infamy and countless nightmares.
We are just living corpses whose days are numbered.
Like a sprigthly nightmare this life rots and dreads us,
Murders our guileless souls with unstoppable treachery.
Lively phantoms of misdeeds and nefariousness wreck us,
In vain we attempt to extirpate the weeds of piled sin.
Form: free verse