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The Rift
Contributed by
nightwolf
on
Tuesday, 6th February 2018 @ 07:22:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I/'/ve sat within the dismal rift,
the weeping hollow, void of light;
I laid my head and tried to drift,
but only then, the winds did shift,
and chilled the air within the night.
I pulled my hood upon my head,
and sheltered by a jagged stone;
by then my face was burning red,
my lips were cracked, and slowly bled,
the wind began to howl and moan.
The rain began to sprinkle down,
and soak the jacket that I wore;
no shelter near me could be found,
and miles from the nearest town,
was soaked and frozen to the core.
I laid my body on the ground,
was no where else that i could roam;
the howling wind, the only sound,
and not a friendly face around,
I closed my eyes to dream of home.
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nightwolf
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2018-02-06 19:22:52]
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Re: The Rift
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Thursday, 8th February 2018 @ 04:25:11 PM AEST
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| I wished this was a bit longer. Seemed to build up beautifully. The why is unanswered but it’s still a beautiful write. |
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Re: The Rift
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 11th February 2018 @ 07:55:14 AM AEST
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oh the wind howls
with the light in the skies
bearing down,
the sky was falling from the
stars barely lit
from the pipe
the pipes that call
me back to me home
oh boy
a cold exotic cold
rolling outward
a make shift lethargic
dust, a pyroclastic
Flow from a factory
that produces heavy
metals
OH yeah the soot
Carbon CF4, chloroflourocarbon CFC-14,
Adipic Acid CH4.
I put in a dash of weed and lit a match
just to breath.
Peace!
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