The Gentle Hands

This was written to the rhythm of a song. It might be difficult to find a pleasing beat for the words.

The hands
That swept away the ashes
Were gentle
But little did they know
the tomb they uncovered
Would become their own
"Help us!" They cried
Desperately they cried
But their friends had vanished
Their hope was left in darkness
The light they had noticed
Now faded from their eyes
The gentle hands
Still sifted through the ashes
Might the light be found again?
"If only our tears
Could be heard from this place
We have entered!" cried one
"How I long for the day
That your hands can
Cares me once more."
The gentle hands
Now black from the ashes
Cringed
As they found a single ember
One trace of light
Now lay uncovered
When all at once
All of the ashes
Sparked to life
As glowing embers
Those dull eyes
Came to life once more
As those gentle hands
Uncovered their faces
"Your tears can reach me now.
I have pulled you back from the brink."

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Wow such a deep powerful read.
I enjoyed this.

[Mason Rayburn]

I wasn't sure how it would sound, but apparently it turned out alright. VERY metaphorical and highly depends on the reader to draw their own conclusions about the imagery. Might not be everyone's cup of tea, but some find it enjoyable. :3