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Wanderers

June 5, 2021
By dinooo BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
dinooo BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.


Forever, there have been wanderers.

The sight of them is blunt and gruesome:

shadows darkening their eyes with sleeplessness,

grey and empty,

withered and faded like a dying bird.

They live without light, devoid of love

lost in a maze of themselves,

marking the paths they’ve traveled with their own blood.

And the beasts called Fear and Lonely follow,

licking up the scarlet trails,

taking nips of the condemned at the end.

Then they scamper off the howl at the black holes,

the ones that devour stars every day. 

Nobody sees the stars go dark,

so transfixed are they on the maze.

For in the center of it all lies Purpose, 

among honeyed fields of lavender.

But in the maze rains acid tears

and constant whispers of Reality.

Nary a wanderer, the whispers say,

Nary a wanderer finds the end.


The author's comments:

I'll leave you to interpret this piece. 

I'm not sure I know what it means myself.


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dinooo BRONZE said...
on Aug. 17 2021 at 11:47 pm
dinooo BRONZE, Raleigh, North Carolina
3 articles 0 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

@SparrowSun
Thanks so much!! yeah, poetry is great to express yourself and share your emotions in a way that feels safe :)

on Jun. 7 2021 at 10:19 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

dude thats awesome
its so vivid and amazing! you're a really good poet, keep it up!
i write so many poems I don't get. its an outlet for some deep dark hole of trauma.