Into The Sands

[Shira Tachima]

I wrote this one in early March o.o


Into The Sands

I hear your voice and you grab my hand
You didn't give a choice and now we're walking through the endless sand
I see you right in front of me as I walk behind you
Up ahead I see a calamity and everything looks so blue

You turn your head to me with a worried look
I shrug forward, wanting to see, then both our legs shook
Crimson stained ground and horrid images everywhere
Nothing makes a sound, bodies are lifeless and we just stare

Our mouths agape and our eyes wide
We see some people alive and they start to cry
As we rush forward, our paths are blocked
Our heads look up as we hear a gun ****

Fear in our voice and a staggering step
We push through and the gun wielders crept
Hearing several guns **** once more
I look back to see a bloody shore

Hysteria in our eyes now, we start to run
Grab up the living people and turn to face a gun
Defeat in our movement, we start to bow
Hoping that some miracle will happen right now

The ones with the guns retreat away
I look at them with such disarray
I hear your voice and you grab my hand
Now it's our choice, we walk through the endless sand

[frank]

This is a nice piece of surrealistic, fantasy writing. But, I kept trying to tie some greater meaning to the visions of blood and death and bodies. But, also sometimes, some works defy attempts to peel them like an onion. They are pleased unto themselves for their own meaning. ^_^

[Shira Tachima]

Hm o.o I guess that's right. You've got a lot of experience with poetry ^^