This sad, arid, parched land;
Centuries of blood has dampened its sand.
But still it remains dry, burnt,
the heat reminds us of what is hurt.
A people still wandering, lost;
Did they reckon on this cost?
A faith borne on hope,
it’s all they have to cope.
Her juices of deceit lay on the bed
already the lies mounting in her head.
Why does she do it? What of the shame
she knows deep inside that she is to blame.
The thrill and excitement, the trophy the win
only sorrow for her is all it will bring
With body spent and lungs almost drained
just like the bed, she has been stained.
COMMENTS
That is really good.
Nice one hon.
Not sure the what the reason is to why you wrote this but for me it triggers many thoughts.. Lovely~
Makes me think of a lady who basically cheated on their lover and has been lying about that lover being only one they have.
Good work hun...... Makes me look at a few things in life and some of the lies that I have been told.
wow not ur usual style but it sure punches a point
Wow babe.........
very good
Lol, very good and reminded me of past times!
great pen hon
Moved to the point of being still,
if looks could kill.
So silent I could scream,
deafened by a dream.
Reaching but never connecting,
always rejecting.
Being there without being seen,
buried under grass so green.
In pain without any tears,
all my fears.
Admired from afar
Looking but never touching
Just looking on in awe and wonder
You outshine your friends
Still they flock to you
To warm in your glow, your radiance
I stay here in the shadow, your shadow
It’s cooler here but it keeps me sane.
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Nice.
i like this alot :)
I love this. I was trying to express a similar concept recently when I wrote a God metaphor story. I ended it with something like, "happy here in the shadow of your shadow." I, too, like the quiet and reflective places in the shadows of inspiration.
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cadrewolf
22:04 Apr 28 2009
Excellent