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My Poem
I wander the desolate wasteland
Winding the endless road
Weary feet dragging the distance
The silence a ghastly shroud.
Dreadful heat of the relentless sun
Noxious vapours of thundery hue
The darkness brings little respite
Fierce creatures prowl anew
Still I walk the blackened road
Scurryings of a faceless fiend
Ugly sounds of feeding jaws
My fear my only friend.
A new sunbaked hell begins
When in the distance I spy
A dark shadow of shambling hope
And onwards I fly
A hoarse cry of exquisite passion
A quivering red rose I percieve
Alone in glorious splendour
Amidst the dark green sea.
I reach out an outstretched hand,
I know not what I need
Quenching a drained out thirst
On colour in a pallid weed
But a thorn, sharper than an arrow
Pierces through to my heart
I withdraw with routed feelings
And yet impossible to depart.
Suddenly a grotesque beast
Bristling with unspeakable horns
The cloven hooves scour the flower
What is left are the thorns.
Tired feet drag on in anguish
No gardens in the desert air
I knew what lay in front of me
On the road to nowhere.