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Sanctuary
Sun-streaks played upon his brow
Whilst he lazed; out of touch
From the world and all he knew
The wind sang forever here;
This place- his destiny-
It never grew elder
Chanced upon by curiosity
And graced by fevered dreams,
It became his sanctuary
He needed nothing more
To take away all his hurt-
Gathered from hateful eyes
Day to day, year to year;
Fighting forward-
Alone
Enduring unsaid disgust,
Aware of the loathing,
He trod on
So there he fled
To be revived
And happy
This day, yet,
As he lay,
The agony would not pass
His suffering was too great
For him and his secret to bear;
One last use, he thought, it could provide...
Gazing to the sun;
His eyes glittered
And his tears fell
Doubting, fearing, hurt;
He knew the way-
The only way
And winced in last pain
As upon the ground
his wrist wept bitter blood...
I really like this poem, the utter quickness of the versus, whilst saying oh so much all at the same time. For it not being about you, you've captured this emotion extremely well.
you know, i wrote a story about his once... if you would ever read the first story, maybe you'll get to it. (why do I waste my breath?)
thanks for commenting on my poems... and i love this poems, i absolutely love it. it means a lot to me... you are an excellent writer, by far the best i've ever seen.
all i can say about this is wow... i've read it like 6 times and it's just... WOW
this poem is so sad yet so gorgeously written.
My forearm cries too...
I really like this poem...Each short verse says so much. I've read it several times and each time I read it, it seems like part of it is completely new-- like i skipped over something the last time i read it.