The wandering wastes surround my senses.
My heaving chest goes up and down.
On and on I walk, relentless.
My face decorated by a definite frown
Blisters stack upon blisters past,
Burning skin coloring red.
Onward and on I must go, and fast,
For the night falls quicker than I can find a bed.
"You do not belong here," they had said.
Memories coming, banned from thought.
Noting every detail on actions I wrought.
A kiss, a glare, a permanent goodbye.
Leaving for the wastes, knowing I'd die.
But why am I here, I wonder...
In a wasteland with distant thunder,
coming closer with each step I take
and singing doom with every sound I make.
They had said to head for the lake
The lake was non-existent, I knew that much,
but it was my only hope of life.
So I continued onward, a journey filled with strife
and losing my sense of taste, sight, smell and touch.
The lake beckoned to me, it called out my name;
A dark siren, chanting a tormenting tune.
I collapsed to the ground, no longer immune.
My life now equal to a dying flame.
"Await the rain," a voice came.
My eyes opened, weakened as they were
and before me stood a vision so clear
A woman, dressed in naught but cloth
and whose gaze melt away my fear.
One by one, the raindrops fell,
Cleansing me of all my sorrow.
I awoke that instant, gasping for air,
the dream I had a mere shadow.
A voice echoed trough my head, warning me for tomorrow.
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Sic Parvis Magna - A Poetry collection
Poetry"Greatness from Small Beginnings" This is a collection of all the poems I've written in the past, present and will write in the future. There is no limit to what the mind creates. Nor is there a limit on Poetry.
