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Wasteland
Contributed by
spyndl
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Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 02:23:30 PM in AEST
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Wasteland
I see the barren wasteland of reality
Wondering through this life aimlessly
All alone, nothing but death around me
The cawing of the vultures the only sound
Wondering with no place to go
My life seems meaningless
For being alone in strange place
No where to turn, no where to run
Blind from the truth around me
Screaming into nothingness
No lights to guide me
I sat and pondered my life
A knife appeared in my hand
So close it came to a vein
My life I would take
Loneliness is driving me insane
One person stopped by
She was there to help
Asking for assistance
No she answered to my face
Gone she was from that place
The knife still near the vein
Loneliness is so overwhelming
In a wasteland I sit
Knife poised to strike
Ponder if I’ll find the light
A shudder of fear courses through my veins
Forcing myself to rise
Knife being sheathed on my side
Wondering through the wasteland of reality
A light flickers on the horizon
Running towards this beacon
I hope to be out of here, to so see a new reality
The light does grow brighter in my eyes
And the wasteland becomes a blinding white
Running into this new reality
There I stop
For the light has gone
Passed from this place
Loneliness becoming my companion
Overflowing with dread I did sit
Feeling that knife within its sheath
Life was just moment
A moment in time
For all time is spent in a dreadful place
No more meaning is left in mine eyes
Yet I always still rise
In reality this is
A wasteland I doth call it
And endless waltz it has become
I stand before a great rift
I feel my body start to drift
Dank air fills my lungs
Feeling like I’ve just been hung
I stared into nothingness
A void of eternal loneliness
Into a ball I did go
Tears of pain and sorrow did flow
A river did I create
For inside I did feel hate
Drowning in the river of your create
Put in this wasteland by your hate
My life was truly raped
Again I walk amongst the dead black trees
Stumble over all the debris
This is a wasteland, my reality
I’ve tried to leave, but have failed
Your words always hit like a great gale
A continuous gloom of grey clouds
And tears of blood do rain down
My life I want to take
To be gone from this place
But reality does hit hard
It never leaves its card
I can only guess
With never a time to rest
Wondering this wasteland
The wasteland of my reality
Like before I have tried
Close again, but it died
An illusion I have made
Again this illusion did raid
Others I did find
And they didn’t mind
Invited I was to leave
Now I see a reprieve
The waltz was nearing its end
But it just started back up again
The reprieve I wanted to take
To be gone from this dreadful place
Running to be gone
I’ve been in this wasteland to long
Never did I stop
Trudging through this rot
My feet blister and bleed
Pain becoming my only reprieve
Alone with my companion
Over my shoulder pushing me deeper
Deeper into this canyon
Lower I do feel
Always doth I reel
This pain is so great
Yet you continue to rape
What I fear has come true
Doing things I don’t want to do
With that knife by my side
It comes out of its hide
Slowly I doth drew it
In my hand it doth fit
Across my chest it did go
Letting my red blood flow
Pain is thine reprieve
Now I truly bleed
I was pushed back into mine hole
Never can I go
I’m stuck in this wasteland
By your undying hate
I sense deep within my soul
A longing for a goal
Wanting someone to hold me
Never to let go of me
Yet there she is right in front of me
All she does is just mock me
She has been in this wasteland
Only she has escaped
So my feelings are doth raped
Surrounded by a thick mist
I sat and slit my wrist
Slowly my blood dripped
Past a deep rip
I leaned back on a dead tree
Feeling my life leave
But there it stopped
My blood no longer ran free
The cut on my arm
No longer did me harm
Then I arose
And saw a black rose
I picked it from its nest
Then laid and took a rest
My eyes finally opened
My heart was truly hopen
But that wasteland was still here
I could feel the icy hand of death was still near
The tears still rained from eyes
I am stuck in these constant lies
The wasteland is hell
I do not want to dwell
Across this dead land
I never received your love
Biting the head if the dove
Tasting the blood within my mouth
Alls I did was shout
WHY! WHY! Why am I here
No longer can I fear
Soaked by the tears that I cry
I can only sigh
Stuck in my wasteland
From life I have been banned
Why cant I stand
I want to be gone from this land
Time no longer stays
As days never end, but are one
The pain and loneliness never leaving
Life lost all meaning
A shadowy figure appeared in the mist
She came over and had a sit
Her dark arms embraced me
My world began to spin
Was it time for life to begin
Those dark arms held me close
Her body moved into mine
My heart filled with love
For her my life was
I saw the beauty of reality
Than shattered as she shared her body
Illusion of hope I still clung
Arms wrapped tightly around her dark waist
She was my savior, or so I thought
She was my savior, so I believed
But alls I was, was blinded from the wasteland
Tainted by my false love
A great understanding of life, I’ve begun
Now freely I move around this place
With her by my side, hand in hand
Side by Side, whilst sharing her body with others
Blinded by my own mind I could not see
Chained me, restrained, hurt me, repressed me
Why am I being so dumb
She is not the one
I know for her I should be done
I let go of her dark hand and now I can see the wasteland
Broken by the chance, what’s left for me
New tears find my eyes
As does that knife by my side
All hope has been broken
Why have I been so forsaken
The pain in my heart becomes to much to bare
I want to cut out my heart to stop the hurting
Why has my life been so raped
Lord why did you give me this create
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spyndl
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2006-05-11 14:23:30]
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Re: Wasteland
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 11:12:13 AM AEST
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This was a good poem. I liked it.. I have to say that it was pretty long but it was good.. I liked it..
Take care
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Re: Wasteland
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by spyndl on
Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 12:45:12 PM AEST
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| This poem is a recounting of my life so far, which is not finished, still need to put the part in where God has taken me out of my so called wasteland. |
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