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Last Breath(Not The End)

Last Breath(Not The End)

A Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

 

 

With bare feet

I step with conviction

Along stepping stones

Molded from sin.

A layer of moss

My only protection

From burning my skin.

To leave the path

Would wash my soul away

In the rage of unholy water

The stones inhabit.

Patience is my compass

In search for solid ground,

Awaiting the water to narrow

I take a leap of faith

Landing on a sandy shore

Where my feet sink

A cool six inches

With every thankful stride…

Bad news, I was lost;

Good news, I was in paradise,

Or a form of.

When I reached

The lush green of a forest

The sticks and stones

Abused my feet like a peasant

While my eyes

Were treated like a king

Admiring his treasures.

There was calm,

I felt peace

Till the call of the wild

Shattered my serenity

Like a wine glass

Against a wall.

Perched upon the remains

Of a tree cut down

In its prime

I seek the howl that reminded me

Why hearts ache.

Then fur as white as snow

Approached like the fury of a storm

With no remorse in its snarl

Face to face

I saw no compassion in its eyes

But somehow read its mind

Making me realize

Fear works both ways.

When its black haired companion

Joined in

I knew this was the end.

Taking a deep breath

 I closed my eyes

And let the dark be my guide

To the light.

© 2010 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)


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So much like nightmare. The struggle is always far from over. The road to freedom seems non-existent. Yet, the will never surrenders. In the absence of light, darkness could be the guide to find one single spark. So much like life too. When there's nowhere else to go, there's still hope to hold on to.

My fave line would be the last one. Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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So much like nightmare. The struggle is always far from over. The road to freedom seems non-existent. Yet, the will never surrenders. In the absence of light, darkness could be the guide to find one single spark. So much like life too. When there's nowhere else to go, there's still hope to hold on to.

My fave line would be the last one. Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very creative! Great images.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how very original this is! I even tried reading it backwards, (line by line upwards) and it was pretty cool. Good job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This to me was very wonderfully written! I loved the part I closed my eyes and let the dark be my guide to the light! Great Poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the imagery, the beginning was my favorite part. I feel like there's so much to be said of the meaning in this piece. Very creative; the tug and pull of good v. evil.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I saw no compassion in its eyes
But somehow read its mind
Making me realize
Fear works both ways.

This is a brilliant set of lines. The whole piece is incredibly well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Phenomenal imagery!!!! This was highly creative and so effective. Great insight and wisdom...the ending superb. Excellent writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


There is such a dark depth here.. a wisdom that comes from pain and the journey to the light... We don't walk an easy path, but we can learn from each step, and from those who walk beside us as well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love the flow, the rhyme and the message of this piece. It's wonderful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good expression in this poem! Words that run deep!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

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About
Birth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..

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