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Lost
Contributed by
butterat_zool
on
Monday, 30th April 2007 @ 09:25:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Riding toward the riverbed
on my seventeenth birthday,
driven by a faceless ghost,
I hear the trotting outside slow
as the last of the lamp oil burns away.
We finally stop, fathoms from any road.
The carriage door opens,
and my occult driver
offers me his cold hand
as I trade blankets for fog.
He leads me, ignorant,
to the heart of the valley,
at the edge of a crawling river,
and bids that I kneel
on a sheet of wet slate.
I can feel the weight of boyhood
lift from my shoulders
as I breath the stale fog.
My nerves grow vigilant,
ready to explode at a moment’s notice.
The shrouded driver informs me
of a gift crafted in the memory
of Father and Mother.
He hangs the heavy talisman on my neck
and directs me to rise.
“Go now into the fog,” he says,
“You may never return home.
There are many more like you,
all equipped with the lessons of youth,
and ignorant to the voice of maturity.
Take what you can, and find the others.
Together, you will grow and learn.
You cannot do this alone.
Keep close the ones who help you,
and shed the ones who do you harm.
Beware of deceptions, for there are many.
Lies, thefts, and poisons abound.
Not all have causes, not all can be changed.
Beware of yourself.
What you think to be best is not always so.
Once you find your way, your answers, your heart,
the fog will clear, and you may return to the village.
There is no mistaking true love,
but false love seldom seems so.
The same can be said of opinions.
Now go forth, and turn not back.
You shall crawl out of this wood or never be seen.
And after you, too, have heard
the voice of maturity,
you shall pass the lessons of boyhood down.”
My blood aches with fear.
The driver and carriage are gone.
The fog is too thick to see through,
so I must use my hands
to find my way around.
Before long, I meet others.
Will they help me?
Are they harmful?
Am I right?
Only time will tell.
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Re: Lost
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by BEE on
Tuesday, 1st May 2007 @ 07:19:12 AM AEST
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Wonderful write very good with expressing the feelings. Take a look at some of mine
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Re: Lost
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 1st May 2007 @ 03:40:04 PM AEST
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i found myself lost within your words on merry adventure, i know the poem says you/he were dropped off in the heart of the valley but i wonder now that maturity is struck upon him what will be found in the valley of the heart? loved this:)
love n' hugs nessa
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