Wednesday 30 November 2022

Rumbles

a cubist painting of a house in ruins after an earthquake, with predominantly brown colours

Earthquake!
Flesh starts to shake,
Like magma radiate,
Being to eradicate.

Run? Hide?
Legs tied.

No one around,
Fall to the ground
And curse the sky.
Only one in peril
Is I.

Sirens wail
To no avail.
Stones start to rumble,
But they do not crumble.
False alarm?

We mean you no harm.
Just a kind reminder
To be more humble.
Don't fret on imperfection,
Show more affection.

We come with devotion
From the magic potion
All life concocted,
Ingredients by you adopted.
Better taste
Does not come with haste.

No time is to waste,
But to train,
Again and again,
To love the rain.
No fall is in vain.
Up to you to regain,
Take up the reign.
Seek help from the guild,
From the ruin rebuild
The lost home,
In new chrome.
Polish the shield.
Learn to wield
The instruments of death
Life is just breath.

Others will come,
See what you've done.
Do not expect,
Just don't forget.

Shiver still.
Strengthen the will.
Memory is a scar,
Tears not far.
Love is found,
Kiss the ground
And kneel to the sky.
Only thing lost
Is I.


Image generated using stablediffusionweb.com