Essential.
Life flows, rushes, charges
through soft tunnels, providing existence.
My saving grace.
Limbs spread, pierced,
bolted in place.
Harsh planks, cruel tree.
Man uses nature against him.
Nature protests,
darkness f l o o d s.
Rain and tears mingle,
a solemn dance across
pallid slopes accented in garnet.
“Forgive them…”
Unmerited words.
Saline drips as thunder cracks,
Breath comes slow
and heavy, f a d i n g.
People cheer, weep, wail.
Some shield eyes, others leer.
“Into your hands…”
It is finished.
















Comments
@_@ Out of curiosity... does it have anything to do with Jesus. Sorry for asking or offending you if it isn't. It was probably to personal of a question to ask. x_x I kinda feel bad now. But its what it seems like. ^_^
I still REALLY like it.
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Prose + Poetry = Prosetry. Aren't I just so clever.... :-ž
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