I Had A Vision Poem by Lynn W. Petty

I dreamed a dream, a vision came to me.
Lost youth imploring, "God, we beg of Thee! "
With lined and aged face, though, they were young,
They plead for mercy, silence had no tongue.

At flooding shore, they stretched for higher ground.
Earth slipped beneath them, cries their only sound.
Extending them my hand, they could not reach.
In tides of sorrow, eyes their only speech.

Debauchery engulfed them, steeped in brine.
Their temple housed an hedonistic shrine.
They struggled for the surface, death their fate.
Akashic records were the scrivener's slate.

Past hope, their childhood blossomed all too soon.
Depraved, they thought that life would not impugn.
Within the deep, I entered in their mind,
So many broken promises, so blind.

The sadness is: The waste of all those years.
The irony is: The sea was their own tears.