Depths of A Civil Nation

I fell into a hole once,

A hole that stripped away the streaks of red, white, and blue’s vibrancy.

And standing alone in this very hole,

In this pit of corpses,

This apocalypse,

This dark abyss of emotion,

The screams and whispers of the unspoken,

I reminisce those very moments.

 

Those moments of harmony and disharmony,

Those moments of unity and then separation,

The great scheme of it all,

The great fear of it all,

Bloodshed and the stench of decimation,

The cycle of broken souls rose in front of my eyes.

 

The still eyes of those who know remain frightened,

I remember it all.

But one thing that I always forget is,

Can I remember me?

My inner roots can’t connect with the already bitten apple’s stem that each of my branches carry.

 

So in this pit of corpses,

I now lay down alone,

With my still eyes,

I am them,

I carry my destiny as an unborn king to my grave.

 

And as this happens,

 

There is no possible escape.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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