03-16-2014, 01:23 PM
Quote:With just a trip-----
you fall.
The bramble scratches
and pulls you in.
tan Mud swallows you whole
and spits you out.
Wind eats away,
Bringing you to cold, wet,
Agony.
it transforms the skin
to appear as a desert,
dry and cracked.
Almost, you look alien.
Cold, fragile, and hurt.
Tears flow and move
as rivers through crevices.
But there is a lake!
A beautiful shining blue lake!
and oh, how clean it is.
As you wash your face
you grow sincerely relieved
and felt the Lake's
mighty cleansing Power.
The caked mud
slides off and your skin was dried by the
still stinging, but now cooling breeze.
Edit 1:
With just a trip
you fall.
Mud swallows you whole
and spits you out.
Wind eats away,
Bringing you to cold, wet,
Agony.
it transforms the skin
to appear as a desert,
dry and cracked.
Almost, you look alien.
Cold, fragile, and hurt.
Tears flow
as rivers through crevices.
But there is a lake!
A shining blue lake!
and oh, how clean it is.
As you wash your face
you grow relieved
and felt the Lake's
Power.
The caked mud
slides off and your skin was dried by the
still stinging, but now relaxing breeze.
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This is the second poem I've written, and I don't know that it's any good but it is my way of expression. I would really appreciate any support or opinions you have to give. Thanks.