Poetry: The Walls Fell



We lived in our quiet home
and ate of our good bounty,
until the walls fell.

They were built to last forever.
But forever is just a word,
meaningless in the dark.

We fought against
the darkness that invaded.
We were strong together.
Divided, it was still stronger.

It came for our children,
turning them into dark visions
of perverted innocence.

It came for our elders,
splitting their souls
and taking what remained
of their humanity.

Then they came for us.
They ate of their good bounty,
and lived in our quiet homes.



 Copyright 2013 Russell Dickerson, All Rights Reserved.

Posted in Poetry & Short Pieces.