Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ The Waiting ❯ The Waiting ( Chapter 1 )

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The Waiting

I stand before a cliff,
Awaiting impending absolution,
My mind numb and my body stiff,
As I wrest this wretched pollution.
I put on the mask of ignorance
And let go the frustration,
Forever feigning tolerance
For a hideous abomination.
Sincerity, honor, and chivalry
Have become but ancient fairy tale–
Virtues that belong to antiquity,
Seldom heard in the whispers of a passing gale
As it bemoans the plight of man.
All alone in its anguish,
Nature sheds what tears it can,
For it cannot vanquish
A lingering pestilence
That breeds and contaminates
With damned persistence
All things beneath heaven’s barred gates.
Every day I contemplate
Whether a righteous dissolution or a grim conclusion
Awaits– to end, instead of exacerbate–
Humanity’s miserable delusion.
There will come an end to our legacy–
A fate so grossly inevitable
That it will shatter all illusions of mortal superiority
And bring harsh judgment we deem so inconceivable.
As desolation and grief
The pure earth incarnadine,
I stand to appreciate the motif
Of hope and despair struggling to intertwine.
Memories of past victories,
Forever burning images in our minds
Of the gruesome atrocities
That will perpetually chain us in unbreakable binds;
These sins we can never purge,
For they will always haunt us for eternity,
An ethereal nightmare of a poignant dirge
That can crush all ties of fraternity.
However, as all misfortunes must finally cease,
A morbid relief will remedy
And will inexorably ease
All the pain caused by any tragedy.
At last I breathe a sigh and smile,
Welcoming the elusive salvation
That has escaped me for a while
With accursed determination.
As I witness the decadence and demise
Of my doomed generation,
A word creates an idea so concise
That one must heed–annihilation.