The Fall

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Thoughts from the ruins

A restless river runs close by the copse
Inside the forest, ruins steadily decay
A stage that once sung, is overcome in silence
No more a theatre, but not yet just stone
The water continues with a mind of its own.
Times fallen soldiers appear over the way
Trapped by memory, they seek to go home,
Lost ancient cities appear in their midst
But it's hopeless to try guide Romans to Rome.
The pageant proceeds with rhythmic destruction
Those shimmering cities, they no longer exist
As casts who played among them, all scatter to dust
The forest advances with an imperceptible burst
While white clouds above drift on.





Submitted: April 28, 2020

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This is a great poem! It has a certain feel, I can’t describe how it feels but it reminds me of a song. Decay by CircusP, I read it with the voice of the singer in my head. It’s hard to explain how this poem makes me feel but listening to the song might explain it.

Tue, April 28th, 2020 11:40am

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