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Khyros
02-02-2004, 06:04 PM
I got a bit bored of being ignored, so I wrote a poem. Yes. It’s not long. Yes. It’s formulaic. Yes. It does suck. Thank you.

-no name-

The sun shines bright on the Autumn day,
The horizon crisp and clear.
Birds and beasts run home to nest
As the golden dusk draws near.

Reddish sky gives way to blue
As night falls over the land.
Darkness comes, so thick and black
That I cannot see my hands.

The starlit sky yawns vast above,
The implacable Earth below.
For all my years in this life,
What have I to show?

And now the night finds it’s deepest point,
And the moon crests the vault of the world.
So tired, but sleepless yet,
My body lays unfurled.

Time and time I try to rise,
But there’s simply no end in sight.
The darkness seeps into my soul,
And drains my will to fight.

On the horizon, dawn finally arrives,
And it’s golden light does ring
The thought of hope, the thought of joy,
As fragile and gentle as a broken sparrow’s wing.

Comments? Criticism? I don’t care.


lenneth
02-03-2004, 12:18 AM
I like all the images. Its very good, Nick. You shouldn’t be so pessimistic about your work.

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