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I find myself in the heart of a dark forest
nothing is alive among life
the trees and birds are like statues
no flapping nor rustling
then i saw a light
it was over whelmingly bright
it lit the dark world around me
allowing me to see
when i saw what gave me light
i saw the most precious life
a being so graceful
that her movements emit light
she was there across a path
that seemed only a yard lon'
she was the sun
at the break of dawn
so I ran toward her
with all my might
if only to grasp
that most precious sight
little did i know
that in my path was sand
not normal sand
on which you can stand
this sand grabbed hold
with all its might
and the more I moved
the more the grip grew tight
I could not move forward
nor could i return
to my dark haven
for which i didnt not yern
so I stood still
hoping for the best
letting my mind wander
while my body did rest
no matter what how long i thought
nor how little i moved
i found myself slowly sinking
into despare
I am now up to my chest
within my heart beats
for the beauty before me
I the less of least
I felt I must cry out
or i will never be heard
for i had my doubts
for my existence
I wished and hope that she would come
and rescue me from this terrible swamp
but she did not come nor did she glance
now im an under the deadly sand
nothing is alive among life
the trees and birds are like statues
no flapping nor rustling
then i saw a light
it was over whelmingly bright
it lit the dark world around me
allowing me to see
when i saw what gave me light
i saw the most precious life
a being so graceful
that her movements emit light
she was there across a path
that seemed only a yard lon'
she was the sun
at the break of dawn
so I ran toward her
with all my might
if only to grasp
that most precious sight
little did i know
that in my path was sand
not normal sand
on which you can stand
this sand grabbed hold
with all its might
and the more I moved
the more the grip grew tight
I could not move forward
nor could i return
to my dark haven
for which i didnt not yern
so I stood still
hoping for the best
letting my mind wander
while my body did rest
no matter what how long i thought
nor how little i moved
i found myself slowly sinking
into despare
I am now up to my chest
within my heart beats
for the beauty before me
I the less of least
I felt I must cry out
or i will never be heard
for i had my doubts
for my existence
I wished and hope that she would come
and rescue me from this terrible swamp
but she did not come nor did she glance
now im an under the deadly sand
I wrote this kind of off the cuff and to be random and actually try to put my thoughts to words.... The sad thing is that I thought of this poem while read a existential novel called, The Stranger by Albert Camus. Tell me what you think about it and what you think it means...
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Curious and simple. Expressive.