# Poem #8: Ruin

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Death, Poetry

#8 of Poetry

My first poem, this is about how ruin is all around the world, especially in humanity and in nature. Nature cannot be stopped, nor is there a cause; yet there is also no reason for the ruin of humanity, and that humans don't just shape their own destiny, but also decide the fate of life itself.

_Ruin_

Deceit, sorrow, grief and pain,   
Death, hate, with nothing to gain   
These are the friends, and many faces,   
Of Ruin; forever walking in its place.

When the blasts come, and destruction falls,   
A fatal rain will follow   
For many die, and life fails   
To continue on, like their fellows.   
With bitter destruction   
And unforgiving chaos,   
Comes the peoples' rebellion   
And their mindless thoughts   
They go to waste   
On such bitter regret   
And with such haste   
They wish to forget.   
Such horrible misdeeds   
Should not go unpunished;   
Yet they do, the deeds   
No one won; only the vanquished   
Live on.   
For when there is so much ruin   
Hope just flies away   
Never to return again.

To the wandering lost   
And the hapless souls   
Happiness is a cost   
To which they never be whole.   
For happiness is a lie,   
To be consoled a disgrace.   
With ruin, we get by:   
Leaving sorrow in its place.   
For eternity, it resides   
And day by day, we get by.

The flames, they quicken   
They rush to feast   
And with this a forest   
Comes to its end; with death it meets.

An unforgiving ocean, with unbiased notion   
Sweeps away all of those   
Who pray for forgiveness   
And receive none.   
For the waves clear all life   
As the winds drown out the cries   
Although no one was there anyways   
And after the wind and rain   
Clear the mess,   
There is no one to witness   
The ruin left in its wake.

With more ruin, the earth crumbles   
Just as it might quake   
Tranquility shatters, and the sky tumbles   
Hell, it seems, awakes   
To call forth its work   
Its ruin.

The deadly winds of deadly skies   
They churn and spin   
With hot and cold; and cold and warm   
Comes the devil's grin.   
The cries of most, are heard nevermore   
Never dying are their screams   
Always to be haunting forevermore   
The innermost of our dreams.   
The land is torn; the earth been ravaged   
The sacred thing is gone.   
The deadly wind had been so savage   
As it carried ruin along.

The ruins of nature, an unjust cause   
Caused, by nothing at all.   
But the ruins of men are the ruins of all   
And with this ruin, the world shall fall.

~bhscorch

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