almost home

almost home

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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12/2011

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The darkness that washes over this barren land
besets my course, bringing my advancements to
a screeching halt, held at bay by the demoniac
spirits that trample the corridors of my thoughts 

Pushed backwards and under the blacken waves
of negative energy that is building around me,
snaring my ankles, pulling me downward in oily 
depths that structure this image that I dwell  
 
Every light of hope is snuffed as malignity grows
over the blue skies that once were, here I am,
lost without you in a world of my own creation,
displaced in a shade of eternal stagnant gray  

I will still trod towards the warmth on the 
unsteady horizon, memories of you will push
my bruised feet forwards, guiding my broken
heart closer to the one that it still beats for
     

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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I will still trod towards the warmth on the
unsteady horizon, memories of you will push
my bruised feet forwards, guiding my broken
heart closer to the one that it beats for

We move on because we must. There is no tomorrow sometimes-there is only one breath and then the next one and so on--but as we put one foot in front of the other, over time, we find that we have created a path and often it leads to unexpected places--keep trodding my friend

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I enjoyed this very much

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the darkness of this poem, and the ray of hope at the end. A wonderful write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such a beautiful poem based on trust, and an end that I actually Eli felt at "home" moment. This is pure. From "maybe" tough times before, but this picture you post, gives confidence. Excellent.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awwwwwwwww....

Thanks for sharing!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A powerful poem. I like the emotion of the search for happiness and someone special to the heart. I like the pace of the poem and the ending. If we are lucky. We can fall upon the right path and find happiness. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THIS RECITED IT'S GOT RHYTHM AND NICE FLOW TO IT AND AS ALWAYS VERY INTERESTING AND CREATIVE. GOOD JOB!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is a astonishing array of poetic delight here. It flows so smoothly, so effortlessly and is really more than just a poem for me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An emotive write, articulate and sensitive. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked this I really liked this. your writing it has a different taste to it I mean instead of using colors and such with descriptions all the time your writing kind of grasp the readers attention with actually words that they could have never thought of probably to describe something better then what we could have described ourselves painting such a intesting and deep poem. Honestly well done as when I read I do what my little cousin does( hand under chin thinking). Anyways excellent job and I really like the lines from "Lost without you in a world of my own creation..."

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

longing dances with desperation~dips love in the intricacies of the shadow tango~powerful and moving~

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 30, 2011
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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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