Scream and a cry: A poem

When the fire ablaze dies down
And the water comes rushing to town
There is ashes left, black and brown
Calm and open, waiting for the cloud

It is a no-man’s oath I now preach
Heading to somewhere dark and steep
I would fall down to the hollow deep
Waiting for prisoners, years to keep

I am going back to the devil’s land
Where I won’t find a good kind hand
People are selfish and half dead they stand
Upon the house that lives demand

I am going back to the oblong ground
Where goodness has died, evil surround
I am in a ride in a merry-go-round
I won’t get off as the screams get loud

Ties of horror, many are the crimes
Torn lives in darkness, disappear the time
Black coats and living souls reach the sky
Everything I hear is a scream and a cry

-Jan @jahnavigouri