{"id":625,"date":"2017-08-21T17:31:42","date_gmt":"2017-08-21T17:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zoezulu.wordpress.com\/?p=122"},"modified":"2020-06-20T00:48:34","modified_gmt":"2020-06-19T22:48:34","slug":"ancient-ruins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/2017\/08\/21\/ancient-ruins\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Ancient Ruins&#8221; an original poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-734\" src=\"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/nathan-wright-6Lb72CHdx_k-unsplash-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1700\" height=\"2560\" \/>I absolutely adore writing, its one of the only things that keep me sane. This year my school entered my poem along with other people&#8217;s literary works into the Girl&#8217;s College Literary Competition. After having sent five entries over the years and receiving no grade higher than\u00a0<i>First Class\u00a0<\/i>I was not expecting much from it. Then, surprise surprise, for the first time since 2010 I received\u00a0<i>Honours,\u00a0<\/i>for A<i>ncient Ruins.\u00a0<\/i>There you have it, the foundation of this post.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">A place where angels fear to tread<br \/>\nOptimism, faith, love- all dead<br \/>\nThe horrible place where you find<br \/>\nThat no life or joy ever resides<br \/>\nThe birds never sing, sun never shines<br \/>\nDaytime is as dark as night<br \/>\nIt is encamped by a river of tears<br \/>\nAnd shrouded in your greatest fears<br \/>\nIt is the definition of despair,<br \/>\nHappiness is never there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">An albatross is placed around your neck<br \/>\nThe second you attempt to step<br \/>\nCloser to the source of gloom<br \/>\nWhat awaits? certain doom<br \/>\nFor you cannot run, nor can you escape<br \/>\nThe sorrow that from within, emanates.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">But who&#8217;s responsible for this situation?<br \/>\nWho is to blame for this desolation?<br \/>\nIn the midst of the rubble and debris<br \/>\nIn my mind&#8217;s eye, in a reverie<br \/>\nIt comes flooding back -it seems<br \/>\nThe fault is mine- definitely.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">I sent the torrential shower of anger and hate<br \/>\nSo corrosive, it caused hope to disintegrate<br \/>\nWhen i realised, it was far too late<br \/>\nTo ever avoid this dreadful fate.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">I stand now with blood stained hands<br \/>\nNoone could&#8217;ve stood a chance<br \/>\nAgainst the flood of fury and malice<br \/>\nThat caused all the good to disappear, to vanish.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 12.64px; text-align: center;\">Everything crumbled, everything fell<br \/>\nThe story left for me to tell:<br \/>\nThat i established this place<br \/>\nWhere all good has gone, without a trace.<br \/>\nLife goes on, I remain stuck<br \/>\nFor making a gargantuan mistake such,<br \/>\nAs turning an idyllic life<br \/>\nInto ruins seasoned by time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I absolutely adore writing, its one of the only things that keep me sane. 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