walk me through the desert, and leave me
so I can die alone.
walk me through the ice, and leave me
so I can cry alone.
Why do you smile,
when filled with such pain?
walk me through the desert, and free me
so I can sing sweet sorrow.
walk me through the fire, and grieve me
so I can die on my way home.
Why are you singing,
when filled with such tears?
walk me to the desert, and kill me
so I can finally be home.
walk me to the river, and burn me
so I can drown my way home.
angels with silence,
sorrow in their wings,
wave calm and sweep anger.
they sing praises and long
to wake up the dying world.
I saw the created sing aloud
to wake itself
to a beautiful world that hates.
colors of sorrow become the rainbow.
I saw the Creator send out love
to wake up the sleeping ones.
this sorrow. to see
the world so blind and dead
wadling in its filth.
sorrow to see out loud
a beautiful dying world.
Why are you afraid?
What do you see?
Wake me up till tomorrow, so I can be the dead.
A contest entry
- It's abstract, but by Exit-Stage-Right.
1000 points, ended August 17, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Sorrow
this poem is kinda weird no offense, but i think you should have won a trophy with it... by the way, you have a cool choice of title. keep up the good work, -slick99
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This is another selection from one of my less favorite genres: the self-centered, woe-is-me, category, but there is a charm in the walk-me-through-the... lines. The last line is deceptively clever as well, almost implying that the narrator needs waking every moment until tomorrow. Add it all up and you make a fairly interesting read out of a potentially dull subject.
I'll be contemplating this one. -
walk me through the fire, and grieve me
so I can die on my way home.
Why are you singing?
Why are you filled with tears?
this almost made me cry, and most poems don't do that.
i loved it.
so much.
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