The Fall of Eden

There was love once.

There was happiness.

At least that’s what I thought.

There were moments, they were like bubbles,

Suspended in time, which I had caught.

The details were never clear to me, the memories often blurred

The dethroning silence, harrowing me to return.

It took only mere seconds to grasp the good, to take it in my heart and soak in that warm atmosphere,

Alas as quick as the comfort came it was hastily swept away in this dull tide of despair.

When we think of happiness, we imagine such splendorous and wondrous things.

But now the eerie wind seems to creep in.

Solemnly I looked upon this once breadth of Eden.

Basking in the last glorious notes of harmony,

It is with deepest regret I watch as the scene turns cold and I lose all sense of freedom.

The carnivorous chains restrain my thoughts, my soul and desires aplenty.

Time stands at all but a whisper, frozen and taught.

Berating my senses turning me ice cold, like iron, fraught.

The fragmented cries and screams descend upon me.

All the words you distance yourself from hearing,

Being shouted and repeated till they leave your head and heart bleeding,

Ringing.

By the rapid change in my demeanour I approach the world lost and weary,

Hanging on in desperation,

To the stem of hope that lays in waiting but it’s only a theory.

Touching the vast emptiness of life,

Lying adrift in its shore of pain.

Unearthing contact with the damned as they drag and pull you in,

Glad that you came.

An earth that shined and glowed from plant to tree.

That gifted radiant scenes of joy and prosperity.

It is all a pathetic vision of its former self.

That is pitifully calling out into the untamed darkness for any signs of help.