Open Poetry #28 |
Footsteps ReVamp |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
In the stone, Lost in some mountain crumble Without rain Just cold snow on tips of white Yet thunder endless rumble And footsteps Move with constantly stumble Till mountain Turns to sand; While I slide On the ground that is shifting Go aimless As burning sun turns to night Within the random drifting And footsteps Are no longer fit for lifting Till the sand Turns to sea; By water The creeps close to my laying, And soulless All my spirit become a blight To battered for last praying Far too parched For any words now saying And footsteps Come to end In still wind; Between the mixed blue and blue Listless cloth Bleached like clouds of pure white No passing but coming to My stillness Where exhausting walk did spew They drop sail On my trail Of footsteps; Carry my tired body in Below deck Wrapping my blisters just right As unfurling catches wind And travel Goes where ever breezes send Without steps. Gloom I have rewritten this to lessen the morose feel of the ending by request |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
Even revamped I still feel your pain in this.I read youo wether pained or happy, because it shows your thoughts, your views, and your dreams.You are who you are and I like you for you.A very deep write that drew me into the being of this write. Crystal |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, angelblueyes, You are very kind in your praise It pleases me you enjoyed this. Gloom |
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