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Poems - Stuck in the Tomb pt 3
Stuck in the Tomb pt 3by evanrosen13
We were all buried!? We all shared the same fate!
This confusion laughs discouragement in my eyes, shrinking my legs
Shorter then I’ve ever been, so much planned for me then I knew
What you tell to my face, is the traced lines but never colored through
A winged man? Winged woman too? How come that didn’t happen to me?
What if those were angels…could that mean hell is my torment for eternity?
But I still survived, like the others. Well I’m not immortal I still bleed and suffer
Hovering my thoughts above my head, so I put them in my pocket because it drags like led
Time to forget….and start to think…this problem will be the first thing I dream.
Using stones, I climbed the webbed ladder to the edge of the grassy gel
Created a ladder with the stones stacking it up to the beautiful surface to farm
But we needed to constantly stack since the rock constantly fell apart
So I chose to be last, these people are confused, I need to give them a head start
“My people.. don’t consume fright this substance is something we can breathe.
Work together as a memory of our nation declaring independence to be free…”
Knees bleeding so bad my legs look rotted from a white horse plague
My forehead is glittery numb as my hunger digs it’s teeth into my eyes.. I am vague
The last person told me it’s my time to follow them to the violet moon
Couple yards up… the stoned pathway was drifting to the sides of an endless room
So I quickly keep climbing, my grandparents taught me patience will grow to bloom
So I took a leap, craving the top…that moment I felt like I was wearing a costume
…the stones above me start to fall to the sides, so I had to jump left to right
I can see the top, but who knows the illusion in this form of life
Memories of running fast as I can, the landscape has revived my soul
Pebbled waterfalls along being cleaned by rain, first time I smiled whole
I flashed back to right now, I am slowing down I don’t think ill make it
Like a plane I start to nosedive into expected death, just sitting… Waiting.
I am poked by something dry, thick with strands of brush hanging from it
I don’t care what it was I grabbed it, closed my eyes biting my lip
I start to elevate, I am Mary Poppins, is this a creature pulling me.. stalking
I start seeing purple as the yellow and red mix, I think the same as Disney’s wish
To adventure, explore the bad and recover with the creative fight to happy endings
I broke the ice, I made it…Very new friends saved me, the seed to new beginnings
Like a gazelle we leap away from capture pretending it’s quicksand.
We reach a red ocean, but you can walk on it like ice under bridges in Amsterdam.
With prisms across the land… like the thousand cactus across Arizona
Lizards wearing shells tied with leather, more capable creatures in this persona
To be continued…
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by Anonymous on Wednesday, December 31, 1969 (20:00:00)
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