THE COLLOSUS HAS FALLEN

The sun is scarred,
The moon injured,
And in the dead of night,
The collosus has fallen.

Grief knows no bounds,
Sorrow and melancholy abound,
As dreams morph to nightmares,
The collosus has fallen.

Woods a shade of death,
Black promises thus evil uncouth,
And when life shifts to grey from mirth,
The collosus has fallen.

Broken glass,dull brass,
Soiled trophies,ugly hats,
White skin,pale shadows,
The collosus has fallen.

Eyes that see in darkness,
Darkness guides the eyes,
Light submits to the blank stare,
The collosus has fallen.

Illness and health,
Penury and wealth,
The shade and the light,
Like days of night,
Of shadows and their masters,
The dry lands and deep blue seas,
The earth and the sky,
Frowned upon by the moon and the sun,
The collosus has fallen.

Fat wallets,empty pockets,
Misery and its contrasting equivalent,
Of the mysteries of life,
And the joy of belief,
A lack of faith,
And fulfillment of achievement,
The making of a legacy,
The collosus has fallen.

By the words of the mute,
And the sight of the blind,
By the ears of the deaf,
And the life of the dead,
By the embrace of the knife,
The collosus has fallen.

Tongues of fire,
And the heat of hatred,
The pull of love,
And the fulfillment of loving,
By the words of the beloved,
The collosus has fallen.

Through the tears and the laughter,
Smiles and frowns,
Believe,
Be and live,
The collosus has spoken.

From THE WRITINGS OF THE COLLOSUS: A POEM ANTHOLOGY