lyrical free verse poem

Poetry: In the Twilight of Existence

Passion and anger at all that’s wrong with the world: A poem.

In the chasm of consciousness, where rage simmers, An ember glowing amidst the shadows, It slithers through the veins, unseen, unfelt, Yet its presence undeniable, lurking, Beneath the veneer of civility, And the facade of tranquility, It coils, it twists, it writhes, A tempest trapped within the cage of ribs.

Forgive me a flying fig, for what solace lies In the wake of chaos, in the aftermath of strife? There will be nothing left but echoes, Echoes of screams lost, Echoes of dreams shattered.

The world spins on, oblivious to the turmoil, As passion bleeds into anger, And anger morphs into rebellion, Our last hope. A rebellion against the injustices That scar the surface of our molten planet.

Hope flickers in the seed of revolution, A seed waiting to be watered, By the tears of the oppressed, By the sweat of the weary, By the blood of the martyrs.

So let rage simmer, Let it bubble and boil, For from its fiery depths, Shall rise the phoenix of change, And from the ashes of destruction, Shall bloom a new world forged in the fires of passion.

In the final days of man, woman, and child, The sky weeps tears of grief, As the earth trembles beneath the weight of its sins, Cities crumble like sandcastles swept by the tide, And the oceans rise to reclaim their stolen shores.

In the twilight of existence, Whispers of despair echo through empty streets, Where shadows dance their mournful waltz, And the cries of the forsaken pierce the silence.

Gone are the days of laughter and love, Replaced by the howls of anguish, As the last embers of hope flicker and fade, And the darkness consumes all in its path.

We scream to take a breath, Lungs heaving, chests tight with the weight Of air heavy with despair. Fingers outstretched, Grasping at wisps of hope As the last chance slips through trembling hands.

In the hush of the fading twilight, We reach for salvation, Clutching at echoes, But the void swallows our cries, Leaving only dust and ash to haunt the barren landscape.