I Long For

I Long For

A Poem by Xanthous Crow

I long for a better place
Far, far away
A place with new people and new blood
Where I can be happy to greet the day
A dream that I can chase

I long for a better place
With rolling green hills, crowned with mist
A place under primal stars and sun and moon
Somewhere far away from this throbbing cyst
That I call home

I long for a better place
Where I can leave these not-so-healed over sores
Memories that won't lay still
A green country where eagles soar
Free and unburdened
Over flower studded hills

I long for a better place
The dream where I can live as I will
Gone from troubles and worries of yesteryear
Forced down by the chemical tide
Of a little white pill

I dream of a better place
Where I shall be freed of the strain
Of everyday life, my life
Alas, but I know it for a dream
A dream I'll never attain

© 2012 Xanthous Crow


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"I dream of a better place
Where I shall be freed of the strain
Of everyday life, my life
Alas, but I know it for a dream
A dream I'll never attain"

Beautiful ending, but it was bitter-sweet. Do we not all long for a place to run to, a shelter from reality? You know, I've come to realize that it's all up to me to make a better life for myself. Amongst this world of poverty, pain, and production, there are a million opportunities. I hate that not everyone gets the chance to take advantage of them, but there is a right and wrong to everything, right? This was a great piece, and the heavy ache of such a longing was tangible. Well done :']

~Adora
xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The bitter sweet dream we could but can't achieve.
To far and yet still not enought away from now.
Great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I dream of a better place
Where I shall be freed of the strain
Of everyday life, my life
Alas, but I know it for a dream
A dream I'll never attain"

Beautiful ending, but it was bitter-sweet. Do we not all long for a place to run to, a shelter from reality? You know, I've come to realize that it's all up to me to make a better life for myself. Amongst this world of poverty, pain, and production, there are a million opportunities. I hate that not everyone gets the chance to take advantage of them, but there is a right and wrong to everything, right? This was a great piece, and the heavy ache of such a longing was tangible. Well done :']

~Adora
xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Xanthous Crow
Xanthous Crow

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