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Blood on the sand
Contributed by
razorbladerose
on
Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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A finger of flesh and wounds
Pointing at me every day
Blood on the sand, moist from tears
As I turn into stains
The fool still cries on
But smiles on the outside of me
Blood on the sand, dry from no pity
As I hate while psychotically laughing
Knowing truth since hearing lies
Contradicting all that was lived for
Blood on the sand, blown from a wind of change
As I sense denial around my own being
The sweet lamentations in my head
Touched by the palms of the immortals
Blood on the sand, buried deep beneath
As I still weep from the night before
Copyright © Jeannie T. 2003
Copyright ©
razorbladerose
... [
2003-05-01 02:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Blood on the sand
(User Rating: 1 ) by WordPoet on
Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 02:03:00 PM AEST (User
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Perhaps I misunderstand but to me this poem seems a little dark in nature. I get thefeeling that it is much deeper than intended by reading the final line. As though it points to a specific event.
Still and all it's an easy read with a good flow to the words and stanzas. Nice description and the mood though dark was vividly portrayed.
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