Is It Gone? Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Is it gone? Is it Silent? My pulses beat
What is it a mock trick of the brain
Yet not, I thought I saw her stand
As a shadow, a speechless phantom with awe at my feet
And then like a lightning flashed vanished from the land
She is gone, and heaven start falling in gentle rain
When they should burst violently and drown with deluge storms
Uprooted sturdy trees; blown rocks into air as morsels grain
Turn the earth on its face and call upon it the vexed sea
The feeble vassals of tormented blood boiled with anger, love, lust
The little fragile robbed heart that knows not how to cope or to forgive
Summon God or devil to strike death and canker to be just
For I cannot breath


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