This is the poem that I entered into the 2014 Poetry Games.
Tip toe along the swollen sand,
hear the crashing of the waves.
Who am I in this forgotten land
where everything is a haze?
hear the crashing of the waves.
Who am I in this forgotten land
where everything is a haze?
This place, once important and full of life,
has been destroyed out of carelessness
and ripped from my sight.
has been destroyed out of carelessness
and ripped from my sight.
The hope once here has perished
into the shadows of the night.
What was their wicked thinking?
As they slaughtered with all their might.
into the shadows of the night.
What was their wicked thinking?
As they slaughtered with all their might.
An empire of seclusion,
where everything has departed.
A once majestic, astonishing land
is back to where it started.
where everything has departed.
A once majestic, astonishing land
is back to where it started.
There’s emptiness and hollow thoughts
when you’re out here all alone.
Drifting along this silent shore,
the howling wind caressing your bones.
when you’re out here all alone.
Drifting along this silent shore,
the howling wind caressing your bones.
The air is cold like the hearts of those
who destroyed this precious land.
This empty shore exists no more,
it’s been swallowed by the sand.
who destroyed this precious land.
This empty shore exists no more,
it’s been swallowed by the sand.
One thought of the human race
crystallises like an arctic blast.
How have we let this beautiful place
turn into one of the past?
crystallises like an arctic blast.
How have we let this beautiful place
turn into one of the past?
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