Sands of Time
I waited until the water cleared as it rose above great heights
Swimming was not an option for the current was too heavy
I did test my faith and I tried to walk on water, however the darkness
Closed in on me and took me to depths I cannot speak of
I awoke in gentle arms carrying me softly to my destination
For the struggles of my sustenance where to no avail
The symphony played in dedication to my oblivion
With each note I descended further into construction
Eternity for my soul had been spoken for centuries ago
The trees swept like mad house wives in fury
All along I sought out peaceful pleasantries with hearts like mine
It took a lifetime it seemed to prepare myself for this occasion
Then in a moment time managed to confront all of my senses
My lips tasted like saltwater singed cement heat rocks
Dry, cracked and corroded with outrageous stench
Portraying a bit of sarcasm, I acted as if I wanted to smile
Longing for a shoulder to cry on in my form of decay
Sifting through the self-loathing storms of impurities
My soul begins to seek torment within the grounds eruption
Darkness rains heavily upon my plot against destiny
Leaving my existing operation at a formal stand
I entertain the notion that I can now swim the rough waters
If indeed I should ever get out of the sand.
01-05-15
Copyright © Kristin Edwards | Year Posted 2015
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