The Challenger’s Word: Sand
Provided by the blogger Adriana
Time is luxerios good. Everyone wants more of it; for leizure activities, for meetings with loved ones, for life before it ends. As time flows like a silent river of sand in the desert of life, we wish we could have more. but as sand time is sometimes better confronted in approriate dose.
The style of the poem is simple: A B B A
I give you:
Silence was the sound she knew. || Silence from within her cage. || It feels like of
millennium age || But had just passed moments few. || First, she screamed out
of her soul, || Knocked hard at the solid glass. || But it continued to harass ||
For losing the illusion of control. || After a while, her bidding stopped. || Just
the silence did remain. || The toneless burden felt in pain, || Being of her
freedom robbed. || Worse than all the lack of sound, || Which she
cannot longer stand || Was the rippling of the sand, || From the
the ceiling to the ground. || It started first when she awoke ||
And it seems to never cease, || So it fills the room with
ease. || The grains of sand her whole body cloak. ||
Free are only her both hands || wound and
tired fighting against || the
of sands, || which
tries to bring
her life to
felt like it is
too late. || Her head
is already beneath || The
surface and she cannot breathe. ||
She is on the edge to suffocate. || But her
mind is still fighting, || Her will to survive immensely
strong. || So her arms start to prolong || the war for life she
was inciting. || Like a train running on coal || she slowly pulled
herself out, || celebrating the sand’s rout, || escaping through the
ceiling hole. || Her body burned like living ember. || She was not free but
still alive. || All in all, it was a worthy strive || To reach the upper, second
chamber. || The room of glass she now is in || Is free of sand, no more left, ||
Being through the time bereft. || Happier she never had been. || All of her joy able
to amass || Turned into unbearable pain. || All her previous efforts are in vain, ||
When someone turned the hourglass!
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One thought on “A Sand Poem”
A wonderful poet! This is incredible!
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