Sixteenth part of the [21 Elements] project, inspired by Final Fantasy Type-0 (Reishiki). I'm playing the game!
This poem is dedicated to [Francis Jasper F. Fulgar], the dagger-wielder of the element...
LXXXVI
SAND
Simoom, simoom over the sea
Spare my soul and unchain me free
Do you not know that sometime far
My heart will cease to run and flee?
I shall not hide from horrid storms
Nor from the dangers in the sky
That roam around this barren land
And cause the waters to run dry
I shall not leave this place of pain
For this shan’t be a place forlorn
It is a place of memories
Where hate has died and love was born
From dust, disasters struck my face
And left me tortured, wounded, scarred
Yet this is how my life should be
A life untouched by disregard
Where winds pick up, the currents lie
And send commotion to the air
Like piercing blades, they paint my clothes
Form pallid white to crimson flare
And now, vermillion skin has flowed
The currents turn to seek my breath –
The precious gift my life has kept
Is now awaiting silent death
Each particle invades my soul
With three attempts to suffocate
To end my pain, I count to one
And then to two, to end my fate
I thought that three would end my life
But then, its goal is to enthrall
To tempt my senses, yet I seek
The coming of my sweet mistral
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
