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Aimlessly I wondered
Yet somehow always forward
Against the push of the river
Into a stranger's world.
My footprints scarred the crunchy-cold snow
Caught red handed
in the act of trespass
I knew them, did they know me?
A child before the wise
An outlander, a foreigner
I had not yet earned my keep.
On eggshells I treaded
To acquiesce each inquisitive glare
whose eyes I could not see.
An Inferno chimneyed from my chest
To further flaunt my impudence
Like smoke it licked
And furtively churned away
My heart-drum ceased it's relentless call –
Frozen as the still morning air.
How inconsiderate to wake them
from their well-earned rest.
The thousand years that slept before me –
Countless gray, marbled lifetimes –
Now adorned with frost.
But there was little left to mourn
I knew them, did they know me?
A student before scholars
A blind eye before judgment
I had yet to earn my keep.
Then suddenly I knew,
Enlightened by the Dead,
This silent, sepia grave I wandered
was not the life ahead.
- by Nyghtmare Nyx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/14/2008 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Jeyrin - 11/17/2008
- interesting...
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- Rook219 - 10/14/2008
- A very interesting point of view...
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