The Pilgrim's Progress part 1 - City of Destruction

I wrote this poem based on the protagonist of the story of Pilgrim's Progress, Christian, who travelled from the City of Destruction to Celestial City. I try to capture the struggle and battle of Christian during his journey and joy when he reached the Celestial City. For the summary of the whole story, you can click it here : summary

Poem 1:
City of Destruction 

Eyes shut closed, the thunder roars. 
No light hits, no hope soars.

Life in chain,
Soul in bargain.

Exhausted in pilgrimage,
World is the image.

Pureness is sold,
Lies are told.

There is no black and white,
Only grey is on the sight.

Eat and sleep, slumber and dally.
Rotten in a place of everyday rally.

Being trapped in blinded light, 
Live blindly without a sight.

No one cares about the city of fire,
They are drunk in the house of mire.

Burden grows heavier and bigger,
Shape the heart of men harder.

I see myself has stunned
Rock become I have done.

My heart screams a silent plea,
My soul wants to be a burden free.

They don't care about life,
In wall of castle they dive.

Where's the way out of this city?
Is there any way out of this calamity?



Christian, currently lives in the city of  Destruction, wonders...



(click the video and enjoy the poem with the music as I was listening to the music while I was writing the City of Destruction).




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