GROUND ZERO

(a sonnet)
 
With storm and rain in heartless wrath convene,
Like furies with the fires of hell they came.
Though love reflects in every surface seen,
In spear-point line, deliver bairn of flame.
 
The town of perfect form that was our home
By water’s edge in fine and fertile land.
In finest craft of stone, wood, steel and chrome,
It shone in graceful lines of mind and hand.
 
But then the furies’ hell began to fall.
They leveled all, not single stone was missed.
Left only dust, the structures to recall,
And one alive, in tortured thoughts persist.
 
Why was I spared to know this hated loss?
To watch the vultures claim this final cost?
 
Author's Note: a poem written purely from the gut, after a particularly unfortunate result of a DU competition, so raw was the emotion that I could not revisit this to edit... until now...  

Not only did I want to quit DU, I wanted to give up on poetry right after I wrote this... because... why bother... Those feelings passed almost immediately... and a fellow poet convinced me that contests are meant to challenge my abilities and expand my knowledge... to stretch me as a poet... and this is the case...  
 
This poem remains part of a trilogy - the was the first in order written, then NEVER GOOD ENOUGH - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/237827-never-good-enough/ - then HEP-ATITIS - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/237731-hepatitus/