Black DesertA Poem by Spokeni'll let you tell me what this is about
I’m running in the black desert.
The sky a luminescent orange swallowed by the black grains.
Quick sand consumes my feet forcing me to run like jesus walks on water,
Over the barren hills
A vision of dust nips at my heels
I carve a straight line in the earth
more swiftly now my pace….
Head down, I’m nearly bent from hip to my toes in contentment.
A satisfying shape.
My eyes dare not roam this land.
I hear the demons whisper in the sand.
They call to me- reaching fists eagerly rise from beneath.
Filled by fears that linger in the well of the mind
Watering, growing
Forming brittle dry bones pealing flesh from their rotting fingers.
Scratching, clawing at my supple ankle.
More swiftly now my pace….
I’m beating memories I refuse to face.
My base is nude, leaking blood.
Throbbing, aching
My will is weary
My upper half now slouched
Giving up
I let my feet take the rest of me.
An unexpected fury of air blown from winds puckered lips telling me
I can’t go on. I’ll never escape.
Falling, floating to the side like an elegant flower
Slow and gentle
Limp and flowing.
A soft touch upon my shoulder.
I force my frail eyes to crack allowing a sliver of light
A white light
Pure and bright
It fills me. It takes me
But I take back
I deny this path
I dare not stray from my narrow line
More swiftly now my pace….
In the back desert I will forever be
If your gaze ever comes upon me- roaming, please just move along your chosen way.
Continue on, leave me to wander
These murky plans are mine
I’ll find grassy freedom on my own
A green pastor, natural springs, sun as bright as that white light.
In my twisted mind I’ll find redemption
More swiftly now my pace…
I reach a familiar place-the beginnings of my journey
A light in the distance.
I raise my tightly clenched fist and arch my back in ravenous anger
Ringing echos shatter the night “I DON’T NEED YOUR LOVE”
as I sink into the black sand
Giving my body to this hateful land.
© 2008 Spoken |
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Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on March 1, 2008 AuthorSpokenToto, KSAboutI am.. never the same. I am.. {fill in the blank} I am.. ! I am.. ? I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head. SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..Writing
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