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Running it explodes Bottomless, deafening defeat RUN RUN, FASTER … please Tears beg, Hands rip. SPRINT Get away. Hurry, don’t look back There is nothing left. The Tree stands Dark, the bark moist From the rain. The leaves heavy The wind taunts, They drop , Tiny ones, Little specks Of innocence. They just want To be hugged, The rough bark Repels Such affection, Such satisfaction. I told you To run I told you To sprint But here you are Starring You don’t cry Why? The trees Even cry Please cry, Please cry, That’s human They bend Arching in pain As the fire Delivers the hug. They plead To take back The wish. The tears shrivel And one last Fall Of Ash Rests gently On your face. I look at you Realize The arm I dragged you With Lies at your feet. And your eyes Won’t cry They are The stone That won’t burn But Will scar Without thinking twice. And as the world turns To ash You do too And I’m left Begging no. The fire, I smell, The melting Flesh. The stank That makes my stomach Churn To only Soil the earth Further. I’m suppose To leave Let you lay But If I cry Will it be enough To water the earth Back to life Oh I will try, I will water you I will try Or wither my tears To ash For I, I love you. |
I agree with Asiatic Fox. Brutal images to explain what you were saying. I love the relentless approach of the person here, "Oh I will try, I will water you I will try Or wither my tears To ash For I, I love you. " Reminds me of love as the Lord calls it... 1 Cor 13:7 Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Good one. Joel | Posted on 2008-08-18 00:00:00 | by nevender | [ Reply to This ] | This sounds pretty brutal. Makes me think of WWII. Not that I like thinking about WWII, since I find both of the world wars extremely depressing and horrible (and boring because they never stop talking about them). | But not to reflect that on your poem. Your poem is good. I can see a man, mortally injured by a bomb blast, dying in pieces in his true love's arms. And so witness the fury of Satan's wrath! It has squelched the lives of many a man. It has poored out the blood of the innocent and the righteous. Let him become ash, I say. Let peace return to this earth. One day, there will be peace. Rev 21:4 Again, well done. You have painted this with good imagery (albeit painful and brutal imagery). ~AsiaticFox | Posted on 2008-04-17 00:00:00 | by AsiaticFox | [ Reply to This ] | |