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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Joiurney into Oblivion
[time] => 2005-08-21 17:28:58
[hometext] => A journey through one's life...
[bodytext] => Beneath the darkened skies I wander. Oblivious to where it is I saunter. I look to the skies, to the stars shining bright, Perhaps they can show me the way. How grand they were bringing temporary light to those darkened skies, But their valiant shine soon grew dim. They brought sudden memories back from a grim youth, Memories on how I wished upon stars. I used to believe that someday they might come true, How happy I seemed, for they yet brought me some comfort that there is still yet something to believe in, alas the day came where the truth was revealed. How crushed I was, on that day my crying seemed to last for a time. Sighing with utter frustration, with no hope given from the stars, I continued my saunter through the lands. A slight breeze picked up disturbing withered trees, Its iciness sent chills down my spine. I hugged myself tight within my tattered cloak, Giving myself little warmth. I cannot turn back for home is too far, Alas when I look around, I know I am lost, but I cannot go home. My existence has exiled me to these barren lands in hope to seek out who it is I am. I feel that it may be an eternity before I find what it is I seek, When will this journey of mine end? This path that lies beneath my feet is harsh and weathered. I flinch with pain as the thorn cloaked path pierces and sheds blood tainting my pale-skinned legs. I hesitate for a moment in deep and utter thought and silently I whisper, “Why has life forsaken me?” This path I have taken appears to be but the only one for a time, so I ambled on. Be this a journey into pure oblivion or perhaps tis a journey to find meaning to my existence or true self. My mind is somewhat confused, overwhelmed with endless questions. I have no companions, not even a soul to comfort me am I even to have a guide? No I am alone, this is my journey, and I alone must witness and see to its destination. I may yet be walking for an age be that I can hold out for so long. Too long has it been since I have felt the warmth of happiness, It has been too long now. I entreat to taste the mellowness of my soul alas my darkness has reaped me of it until I have reached my journey’s end. I walk alone. I am alone. Like a prisoner bound to their keep. I gather that I need no comfort, exempting comfort of my own self, As I continue to walk silently along this path. An ancient darkened forest appeared before my eyes beckoning me with its spindly like branches as I gradually wandered on. I waited for a brief moment gazing at its haunting darkness before wandering on. Overwhelmed I became by a gruelling darkness within, Streaks of light from the silver moon barely seeped through. With very little light and only my feet to guide me I trekked on. With what seemed like forever, my feet came to an abrupt halt, As I came across a bifurcation in my path. As I eyed each path with curious eyes, to myself they both seemed bland. Before I could continue a sudden mist suppressed my ankles, coiling unmercifully around my weakened body. Fear ruptured my very soul as it strung itself around my throat, Constricting, draining the life out of my veins. Then sudden thoughts evoked my mind. Has my life ceased to exist? Is this the end of my journey? Collapsing to my knees unable to carry on, I was unable to struggle free from this fortifying mist. As it lapped up my strength, I could do nothing except close my eyes, I lay their lifeless I could do nothing but wonder, Why was this done to me? I fear that I shall never know the truth to myself, to my life, Until this journey through life has forseen its end. ~By Deaths Maiden~ (Copyright©2005) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => DeathsMaiden [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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