Rough life, dragging limp limbs, cut, nicked, streaming a light measure of life into the dry, crackled earth.
Feet rock-embedded, sliced and leaking, leaving a mark upon the earth, life for it to swallow.
Ills and cuts aside, the zeal is unleaving.
They drive the hardest, utterly perilous pace.
Bruised knees, sliding down mountains, rising up them, re-ripping old wounds and wants.
Scraping elbows when pulling over ledges.
All with one thing in mind, one goal.
Legs swing over ledge, some fall. Some mourn.
It is ultimately lost to memory, as eyes fall on what they came for.
Shoving each other aside, more fall. None mourn. None care.
It is a shell filled by golden coins, no more than twelve.
They rip each other to shreds, family, companions, co-workers, it matters not.
They all want it, and only one will get it.
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Poetry
General FictionVarious poems about all sorts of things, nature, romances, ill-fated and beautiful ones, pain, death, open-hearted caverns and tight ones. The long and short of it... The poems could be about literally anything. Some of the content may be a little...
