Strugglers

They’ve been broken

They’ve been bent

They’ve been left alone

They have spoken

To the memories

That lurk inside their bones

They’ve disdained

And reviled

Pushed at those who tried

They’ve felt shame

By their actions

And by themselves they’ve cried

They’ve reached out

Mended bridges

Found their feet again

They’ve screamed aloud

In frustration

Felt more than half insane

Fought their way

Back uphill

Apologies they’ve made

Tall and proud

They’ve accepted

The price that must be paid

They have struggled

With the search

And finally found their grin

Though it pained them

And exhausted

They’ve accepted all their sin

They’ve dragged themselves

From the mud

Scraped off all the oil

Cleansed the landscape

Of their souls

That silhouettes despoiled

They’ve stood bravely

With a straight back

And faced down every foe

Held the hands

Of an angel

As they fended off their woes

And while they struggle

Some days still

Bogged down in a mire

They found the spark

And the strength

To feed their growing fires

©Aarron Mondello

14/7/2018

Thus end Man

By Aarron Mondello

30/11/2017

The dead shall rise
From the bowels of the earth
Putrid and rotting
Shambling forth
And the demons will come
Torturing man
Merciless and ravaging
Salting the land
The skies will grow dark
The earth will shake
And in the black depths
The new king will awake
Under his punishing reign
No green things will grow
No more what you reap
Shall you now sow
For now the devil
Rules from hell
This world gone dark
Where we dwell
Factions will fight
Against the hordes
Factions will fall
In ruthless onslaught
Evil will rule
Time without end
Thus has ended
The age of men.

©Aarron Mondello2017