Destroyed

Cold, bare, bitter

sweet—

Ashes burn on city streets.

It’s quiet.

Much like the browns and greens of the forest

Santa Fe. Silence.

On her blackened heart of conscious

the water rushes toward her haunted.

Stop it!

       The ground is shaking,

              what more could nature be making

The cries and screams of the sizzle,

It’s beautiful—it’s beautiful

Tall slanted emerald trees weeping, wind catching leaves

dripping.

The time changed and all has burned, the place inside my mind can’t be seen anymore. 

Extinction, the past is gone.

Disgusting bags of the remains

horrified.

Time is wasting and the forest is fading.

This was a poem about a place that has been destroyed over time and it affected me negatively. I don't know how to write a Haiku so i wrote a poem!