Life In Ruins Poem by Rik Bertrand

Brutal is the day that I rest upon,
Hatred fills my heart, but I am the hated one.
Tears well up inside, yet I hold back for now,
I must survive this terror, yet I don't see how.

Crushed by the ravished weight of dooms story,
I see no hero here, or us winning with all the glory.
Our time has passed, there is a new beginning before us,
This horror that lies ahead is nothing like it was.

Hell has shown its face, and it intends to stay
I do not want to be here to see the cards that he plays.
Disaster has struck and we all shall feel the pain
Bad is coming down in the coming torrential rain.

Run; get away from this tragedy we have created,
Get free from this life so sordid and so sedated.
Break free from bleak and morbid nothingness of hell,
Life here has forsaken us all, there is no more to foretell.