The Rise of the Ashes

This poem is about understanding how mankind can come out of misery by understanding that no matter how bad the situation may be one should not give up one’s hope. Man has created misery for mankind and should understand that if he tries he can rise again. The ashes will rise again…. The fallen stones Have cut it deep In the eyes of the lord It may be obsolete All the love washed away in tears Reminds me of the days when the sun was near With no one around to bear the curse The trembling stars are going to be undone The spoken words  Have left the pain The lost have found  Their final rest The night now brings The end of days But soon The Ashes will rise again.   Eyes are heavy Brain so numb Finding the dark so peaceful inside The fire is still there but the lips so cold Ashes still burning And the smoke doesn’t choke – no more Like the shadow in the dark Trying to come out and cry Feeling like the crippled soul With no arms to fight Now it seems like a million years Without the touch of light All the pain inside one’s heart Is eating one alive The sound of slaughter all around The rage of demons getting strong The butchery, the slaughter, the rape You know it won’t stop. People are enjoying it Let them have fun And then let them see the crimson coloured end Which is all set to come Now that’s bad Don’t cry don’t feel so bad Let them see How a brother kills a brother And slaughters his mother nature Please don’t cry Because you will need those Tears to wash away the blood Because the end is so near Sadness has wrapped us Like the darkness of That dreadful night Creeping at us every moment Stalking us is the unseen Creature that feeds on our soul It has eluded us Making us believe We are safe Blind folded we have Come right in its trap Now even heaven’s mercy Can’t save us Cause it’s that dreadful night When all the demons break free Staring at us every moment Thirsty eyes Darkness has hid them But their presence so strong Shivers the soul inside Feeling their breath wet the skin Opens the doors to our deepest And scariest imagination Hearing them grin at our helplessness Takes away the Slightest bit of hope At this moment Though the body Has become pale The mind so numb Feeling the heart pumping The blood which is Just about to be sucked out One can’t help to think The creature is a part of us We raised it every Moment when we destroyed And crucified the angels But soon The ashes will rise again.

By - Paarth Kadian