By K. A. Grey
Here I stand amid the ruins,
Here I seek for answers
Through thoughts riddled in confusion,
The chaos clinking together
Like iron fetters.
My very thoughts are ringing,
Forged in silence, chain by chain.
Release me, for I am bound.
Here the desolate streets wail warning,
Away, away, and flee,
For Night hunts with dark feet,
And pure waters have turned bitter.
The dust is roaring, panting
Beneath my running feet.
Oh, call to me, for I am weary.
Here the Voice whispers,
“Turn again, for broken promises
Lie beneath the waves.
The hands that held back the water
Are scarred, for you have forgotten.”
Ah! Save again the captives
From their land and swiftly recompense.
Rescue me, for I am lost.
Here the promise glistens.
Sweep away, sweep away
The remnants of this crumbled habitation,
For the dust must arise,
For the flower must arise,
Bathed in ashes.
Teach me again the meaning of surrender,
For I am broken.