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Desert of Seclusion

It seems as if
I am left here to rot
under the sun that
taunts of my thirst
beats at my back
furiously...

I have nothing to
hold onto
but on the sands
of which I walk

The sands
of my hope
my regrets
and my sorrow
They sting in my eyes
reminding me of their prescence

How I wish to ignore
But they still make themselves known
stinging at my eyes
clouding my vision
of life...

Every now and again
a plant manages to survive
in this devoid desert of mine
which I am cursed unto
I admire its beauty
take in the lush green
as I stand there
stunned
and then it wilts
as the sun grows hot
I am forced to avert my eyes
to continue foward...

So I stagger across
my desert of sorrow
regret
and hope
Dragging myself below the sun
That is slowly killing me...
(I would rather burn in hell)

I search for life
Not so much a possibility
as van Beethoven coming back from the dead
Eventually I see
that in this I find no purpose

So I sit upon my desert of seclusion
let the last of my hope trickle
through my fingers

And as time does slowly pass...

I wait.

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Reviews


  • catcatt
    January 6
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    wonderfull

    I loved the metaphor, I thought it worked really well. Also your meter was outstanding. [:


    • ACpoetry
      January 6
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      Thanks :D

      Yes, the metaphor wasn't mentioned so the readers could figure out. Glad you realized.

      Thanks so much, but what do you mean by "oustanding meter"?

      Regards,
      - A.C.


  • NoblePoetry
    January 8

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    Exquisitly written

    well verse and amazingly done. Desolate to walk through the agonizing and brutal torment of the sun.


    • ACpoetry
      January 9
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      Thank you

      Thanks so much. I was just kinda hoping you'd catch the metaphor. But thanks again anyways!

      Regards,
      A.C.

  • Nice Imagery

    I enjoyed the metaphors you throw at the reader here and the weight emotions that ride on the back of these words. At the end its like a stand still that makes the makes the reader stop I think it has a wonderful effect personally so keep up the wonderful writing my favorite stanza was:
    "So I stagger across
    my desert of sorrow
    regret
    and hope
    Dragging myself below the sun
    That is slowly killing me...
    (I would rather burn in hell)"
    Distant Unknown


    • ACpoetry
      January 9
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      I'm glad.

      Yes, the ending wasn't supposed to end abruptly, so that's good. It was supposed to end slowly, in a natural way. I'm glad that the ending was smooth.

      As always, thank you so much for your comments.

      Regards,
      - A.C.

  • Tiger
    January 10

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    Wow.

    That was actually amazing, and I'd never thought I'd say it. Nice use of metaphors; everything. It all flows so well, and the subject is great.

    Three cheers!


    • ACpoetry
      January 10
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      Hey

      Um... oh, uh, thanks, I guess.
      Never though you'd say it either.

      Regards,
      - A.C.