Upon this endless white plains,
Without a sun, sky or stars,
No hill or mountains, no terrain,
Signs of life are none, near or far.My bare feet worn in the white mud,
The thirsty land, dead, dry, cracked,
Calcified trees bore no flowers, no bud,
Rounded pebbles, upon 'nther stacked.Endlessly in circles, lost I wandered,
No heat nor cold, nor wetness I felt,
Which lost world this is, I pondered,
No one to share my woes, nor to help?My soul debated itself with fervour,
Whether to stop, whether to stride,
Somebody send me my saviour,
Or maybe equalise the sides,
One way led to the devil,
The other led to the tides.Lost, still I kept on looking,
For what I didn't know,
Where' the key that I'm seeking,
To escape from this unknown.Upon a great distance as I descried,
Appeared no zenith neither azimuth,
Continued, as I tried, for signs I pried,
Stumbled on an aberrant glowing dot.Towards the dot I raced, in a hurry,
The dot mushroomed into a shape,
I saw it and my hearts set a flurry,
A man with black robe draped.
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Eleventh Hour Blues- Poems, Quotes And More
PoetryHere you will find aphorisms, poems, quotes and flash fiction presented from my heart to yours. This journal is filled with short and sweet reads for your daily commute, study breaks or whenever you desire. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I...