Walking on the pale face of this earth
that drowned me to this despair…
My soul once strong grew unaware
of this nightmare.
I forgot the memories that gave birth
to the dark part of this heart…
The cold wind is pulling me apart
of this ageless art.
I’ll never know how much I’m worth
in this shadow of distance…
Wanting to find my old existence;
my soul is in resistance.
Walking on the pale face of this earth
that drowned me to this loss…
My heart broken, painted across
the old bleeding cross.
I never wanted this heart to be
the broken part of me.
© Jay H.
May 2, 2007
Author notes
I guess there are a dozen ways to read this piece. In my mind, it's about loosing yourself to the world that's a big place. Loosing your heart that has been hoping for so much but that still crushes down in time... It's up to the reader to find the story behind these few words. That's the task I give you all.
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Entry in the contest:
"Empty and Pain-filled" by XxDeathxAngelxX
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Beautiful
I was guided here by Arkbear and I am so glad that I came. your poetry is truly beautiful. I believe that English is not your first language so that makes it moreso special. Well done my friend, it won't be long before I call again. Val
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True, English isn't my first language but I've used it so much in my life that it's become like a second language for me. I don't let it bother me these days; I just go with the flow... lol
And thank you for your kind words. Arkbear did mention he sent the link to my site to his friends... I'm happy that you like this piece and thank you for your kind words; they really do mean a lot to me
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This is a very vivid poem. I like the imagery in it.
With each stanza a picture was painted in my mind. I saw a person walking alone searching for something more, something to hold on to in this world that stole everything he once had.
"Walking on the pale face of this earth
that drowned me to this loss…
My heart broken, painted across
the old bleeding cross."
Great poem, Good luck in my contest!
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I worked hard with this so I'm happy that the imagery came out strong enough. And I like the story you saw behind it, fits well.
Thank you for your words; they mean a lot to me
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