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Not The End by lyf-stank Not The End by lyf-stank
Poem
Stranded in a desert
My soul cries out to the wind.
Give me wings that I may fly,
To leave this waste behind.

This broken vessel stands,
arms outstretched...waiting.
The wind’s answer flays,
I am left to bear my cross away.

The splinters dig deep
Leaving no blood for strength.
I begin to sink below,
A trap left by my crimson soul.

[I give up]

A shadow looms
Over me, ominous.
No strength left to lift my head
I await the land of the dead.

[Hurry up]

A feather glides
And caresses my face.
My head is lifted by a hand,
No longer am I breathing sand.

The desert light blinds
My lungs free, my eyes burn.
Soon, soon my death will bloom,
A desert rose amidst the gloom.

[Quick, please]

The desert heat binds
I can’t see or breathe.
Like a feather I am adrift
Suddenly freed from my bit.

Clouds move in overhead
And suddenly a breeze.
Finally I can see
Another carries my tree.

[I don’t understand]

He turns and looks at me
A smile floats across his eyes.
“Walk with me my friend,
This is the beginning, not the end.”
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Another early attempt at combining poetry and pictures. This one was made much, much earlier (6 or so years ago), and just today I found it and thought I'd put it up for people to comment on.
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