Desolation

A scream raged within me,
but couldn’t find a voice,
it stormed through my heart,
and held it in a gripping vice.

My heart now is a wasteland city,
a shrine devoid of its deity,
a song shorn of melody,
a festival of all its gaiety.

Among the shambles, the shattered ruins,
I search for a foothold, a light,
this spirit with which to spark,
before the scream brings in the night.