The distant dunes have turned misty blue
and the earth surface is hard
It is pale, and barren, it is empty
and cold - as cold and broken
as I feel
Yet, on plods my fickle throbbing heart
knowing, only a jaw locked bravery
shall remove this splinter
from your steel arrow, trust
wed me with - only a rough courage
can pull this vanity curtain down, love
adorned me with
A warm gush of color stains the snow
as my screams tear the universe
till my voice loses sound, in itself
a war cry, echoing infinity, claiming
power from pain, and victory
from injury, with hot bitter tears
In a flick, I pass out, and ebb away
spent and exposed, and not caring
at all for my naked soul
as the Blacksmith tosses the splinter
and carries me home -
It's a blood red winter.
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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- Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou
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Comments3
Revolutionary!
Much appreciated Rocky. 🙏🏼
a compelling read and immensely enjoyed ..
Thank you kindly, Nev. 🙏🏼
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