The Turning

The leaves are falling off

the turning, holocost

the money its inflating

cant imagine what it costs

the time of abundance,

the time of phrophets,

all is falling off.

the dry parts on fire,

the other parts flooding

the tides of the ocean turn

pull up the soil, see its mudding

although we watch the world turn

plant the seeds and hope they're budding,

not yet, no. and not even soon,

the third war lingers

and the armies smell doom

there was a time of great awakening,

a time of great triumph

and now come the colder times,

a time of great trial.

no longer care for politics,

instead we'll talk survival

and although all roads end,

we cant really know the miles.

a long long tunnel, we cant even see light

we just keep on walking, hoping we might.

a lot of us dont, a lot of us wont.

but humanity keeps walking, even as most turn bone

from the ashes, may rise anew,

but we can never see the end.

old world must burn, whats left must blend

good men must die, but all men have sinned

and from their sacrifice, we may just win.

a long storm is coming, we can only hope to weather

the healing fires, hopefully make better

the angers of many, may lead to indifference of all

the screaming of many, from a distance, plays a song

and from that song, a new world based

on lessons of old that we try to face

the only hope a single man has

is in the light of grace

Inspired by the fourth turning, and the crises we face all across the world, growing exponentially. First poem I've wrote in many years although I do write some songs. Happy to see what you guys think

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