Aug. 21, 2013

Troubled Lands

From While I Breath, I Hope. by Sarai Rose

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"Troubled lands"

What's done can't be undone, I'm not the chosen one.
A seed that should've never been conceived; brought forth
unto this world of evil deeds.

An embryo fed upon violence; dormant in a world of silence.
Alcohol and fears -- A Mother's womb amiss, infinite salty
tears; an embryo saved by an Angel's kiss.

Expanding brain in a world so insane; quite inane, surely
a son of Cain -- yet I walk without shame. No cares for a
bloody tomorrow, while trapped in a world of cold pain
and sorrow.

A human-god they say can save me from a cold, indifferent
grave -- But tell me, what is there to really save?

Bloody dreams -- Dying screams, bloodied hands, all
across these god-forsaken troubled lands.

David "SFX" Bauguess

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Calhoun25 Posted 11 years, 3 months ago. ✓ Mailed 11 years, 2 months ago   Favorite
Wow. I haven't read a poem this moving since Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" (I'm being sincere here). Dum spiro, spero, right? Maintain a clear mind, and keep up the fantastic work. Never stop gazing ahead; yield not to the past. Can't wait to read your next output.
--Calhoun25

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