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_ Upon this elevated perch I sit Jagged rock and nature’s bleed Looking out beyond my sight Knees and hands of weathered seed Straddling an outward view Clinging tight to breathless cries Clouds now form of smoky fill Cracks evolve of southern skies Down below the valley sleeps Curtains closed and bolted doors Green between the acreage spills Crumbs are swept from hollow floors When an anguished howl is heard Bounding far and chilling wide Makes me stand, unsure of foot Destinations run and hide Dark precedes a warning moon When two eyes of crimson glare Break the glass in shards of fear As my aching eyes do stare Razor quick and fired flames Out of breath my thoughts to run Lightening strikes at where I cringe Burning skin of tortured sun Death does come, but eyes still see Weary as of this forlorn Tattered dreams long past their prime When deep beyond a reason born Still I sit on broken stone High above the slumbered lanes So frightened of horizon’s fall And the light delivered pains Now many nights and many days Have crawled amidst my destiny For when embarks a moon so full This anguished howl now heard is me
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Death does come, but eyes still see
_ Upon this elevated perch I sit Jagged rock and nature’s bleed Looking out beyond my sight Knees and hands of weathered seed Straddling an outward view Clinging tight to breathless cries Clouds now form of smoky fill Cracks evolve of southern skies Down below the valley sleeps Curtains closed and bolted doors Green between the acreage spills Crumbs are swept from hollow floors When an anguished howl is heard Bounding far and chilling wide Makes me stand, unsure of foot Destinations run and hide Dark precedes a warning moon When two eyes of crimson glare Break the glass in shards of fear As my aching eyes do stare Razor quick and fired flames Out of breath my thoughts to run Lightening strikes at where I cringe Burning skin of tortured sun Death does come, but eyes still see Weary as of this forlorn Tattered dreams long past their prime When deep beyond a reason born Still I sit on broken stone High above the slumbered lanes So frightened of horizon’s fall And the light delivered pains Now many nights and many days Have crawled amidst my destiny For when embarks a moon so full This anguished howl now heard is me
Yes, it is a little dark. I was inspired by a poem read on this site.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
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