Cory Ruda

Rookie (7/31/91)

The Splintered Theater - Poem by Cory Ruda

Excitement and joy turned
To flame of the heart and mind.
The curtain fell, withered in the heat.
Curling into ash and air;
Splintered wood... the disease of humanity,
Fueling its scorching heat.
This place of man's entertainment falls
Like the weakened bodies around it.
The sickness ends, leaving only devastation
And a pile of rubble and ashes;
But rebirth ensues, rising anew...
Humanity, a blazing pheonix.

Comments about The Splintered Theater by Cory Ruda

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/15/2007 10:50:00 PM)

    Awesomely rejuvenating.

    keep on
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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