time offers
no benefit
and neither
does age
cherished
memories
bestow no
solution
and reason
has no role
when love
is involved
imagination
is futile
and hope is
but folly
so truth
endures
and there is
no escape
a solemn place
amidst the strife
majestic spires
draw us near
and once inside
a moving scene
arcs of stone
filtered light
a quiet realm
a safe retreat
though human built
the house of god
religious art
adorns the walls
scattered faithful
lost in prayer
so beautiful and
yet a shrine
to guilt and shame
unleashed by man
can one leave
what was not there
can one miss
what never was
can one lose
what never held
can one mourn
what never grew
can love be
an illusion
a gory sight
for all to see
blood and meat
bones and fur
left to rot
in summer's sun
a frozen mass
in winter's chill
an accident
is what they say
unsafe to stop
no time to swerve
a silly choice
before its death
to leave its home
its safe retreat
but what is left
of fields and wood
as humans sprawl
across the land