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Monday, August 9, 2010

in which hope spreads wings.

Mood:inspired

i walk with withered hands
my feet on broken asphalt,
burning, burning, burning
against the floor of my feet.

the road ahead looks dark
and there are no lights up ahead.
there are only shadows
that grow darker with every step.

there are demons that follow me
wherever i go.
they tell me things.
things that i don't want to hear.

i'm cold and my whole body is shivering.
my feet burns against the warm asphalt.
they hurt so much.

no cars. no lights. no sounds.
nothing. deafening silence
rings in my head.
there's nothing.

up ahead. suddenly. there's a spark.
you can barely see it.

but i see it. i see it!
a tiny spark of blue light.

i start running. running towards that light.
i feel the demons disappearing into the darkness.
the light grows brighter.
my shoulders feel lighter.
and suddenly, i feel like i can fly.

3 comments:

♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ ayu ♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ said...

the last stanza is so nice..i am so moved.. love it <3 ^^



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ambiguous_angel said...

wow. nicely done.
its touchy( i dont know if there's such word, but thats how i felt after reading this:)

Regan said...

Tis is sooo lovely. Gorgeous poem!! And thanks for the comment, I use a Nikon L110 camera. :)

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