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True Poets' Punishment (Part 1)

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True Poets' Punishment (Part 1)

Once in a wonder land I trekked –
Through the chaos and the wreck.
The earth was clothed in a misty layer –
Sown by the heavens’ unanswered prayers.

Cold hard steel, some sort of construction site –
The somber setting ignited my being with fright.
In this ebony that was once so white –
I slept to a hymn (now a dirge,) every night.

I shuddered; in attempt to shake off the opaque oppression –
Born from the theft of all of my precious possessions.
That left me Mute, Blind, Deaf, (predominated by regression,) –
Smashed up and shattered into debris of dank Depression.

Perhaps the sun will shine and goad my valves to thaw – 
Perhaps I shall speak my mind, and unclench my jaw.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to grow razor claws –
To rip out and shred up my every flaw.
But it is I who drew this fiasco, who made this mess –
Who sold her soul, hurt and loved, but never confessed,
Who gave without return, her all, and nothing less – 
A fool and compassion’s slave I am, one would guess.

Fanning wheat in a field of revulsion, (of my own making) –
Bestowed the unworthy, gave and gave more, without taking. 
I grudged and judged, oblivious that I was simply mistaking – 
Growing strong, (for a coward whose heart is breaking.)

In the wonder land once so placid, I descried something eerie –
Cacophonous odd footsteps, fatigue and weary.
“It ought to be the winds rustle,” my cerebration’s theory – 
No living soul dare walk outside, (in a wonder land so dreary.)

But the preternatural noise hissed, and hissed more –
Its echoing murmurs and whispers I could not ignore.
Aghast, I spotted a movement in the sky, (a bird that soared) –
Curiosity held my hand, this bird's destination I shall explore.

I jumped, sprung, ran and raced so free –
Until I felt my pulse beating in my feeble knees.
There ought to be a cause for this bird to flee –
To a wonder land so dreary, this very night, above me.

After an endless chase, it perched on the cold ground – 
I caged my breath, my helpless heart began to pound.
It’s a raven, my bloodshot and teary eyes had found – 
For its glance pierced my soul (and its stare was profound.)

My heels clicked on the floor that was rock-hard – 
Looking around, I found myself in a grave yard.
I carefully walked into the cemetery, (left without a guard,) – 
Into the stack of buried souls, beaten and scarred.

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  1. Date: 1/25/2010 1:48:00 PM
    This ia a very comprehensive piece of writing enjoyed it thankyou for your support Daniel

  1. Date: 1/20/2010 1:42:00 PM
    Hi, i dont make a habit of giving people comments on this site, but your mind captivated me! This is your own right? just because the title lead me to believe it may be a true poet favourite of yours. Either way thank you for posting, hope to speak soon. Kyle