Faded Poem by Matt Bennett

You'll find me in a bitter place,
A blackness untouched by begger's hands.
Not an atom left, not even a trace,
Just one crumbled statue stands.

Blessed by sins so long overlooked,
Wrinkles appear and wither its face.
Buildings long gone lightning once struck,
Left to be empty and as cold as space.

Blank stares fill this tomb with fear,
An exponential void filled with nameless souls.
Let this fire burn and skin it will sear,
write your words as the reaper fills six foot holes.

You'll never find a smile,
You'll forever hear the lies.
Just a straight empty mile,
Pathways eroded by tears and cries.
Walk with open arms crying to be held,
You'll find nothing will ever come to you.
This is like a great statue having been felled,
You may feel it liberates but in the end you know that's not true.

Like empty promises and broken lies,
A world here now stands crumbled and eroded.
Look up and see burnt and blackened skies,
All voices and laughter here now has faded.