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New Poem, mmhmm... inspired from the works of Bruce Springsteen... I want to capture that moment of hope in midst of desperation... and I came up with this. There's a reason I reposted my two poems from last year and it's because this alludes to them.
This Dust Desert Road
There is a feeling of euphoria
As the arid desert air hits my face
No sand in my eye
As I stomp on the baked black asphalt
Following this aimless desert highway
Beyond mountains, to the ocean
Away from the forest, from the meadow
And memories of Yesteryear
I hold on to tightly
Finding myself bound to emotions
Imbued with imagination
Facing the crashing desert storm
About to pass through me
And wary hope, wandering this desert
Raised from moments of neglect and dread
Hanging to salvation by a thread
She looks to me to hold on
To help her weather the winds
To help me let go of the past
Of my bound emotions of love
In the middle of the sandstorm
I feel the memories slipping away
From my fingers, from my grasp
To find themselves lost
Love finds herself caught up
In between the lines of flesh and fantasy
And angels flutter by, tugging her arms
Showing her the way out of this mess
Only to rip her apart
And scatter the pieces through the wind
And all the memories
Of the vast forest and never ending meadows
Are carried away by the dust
Pushed away to oblivion
As I hold on to dear hope—
Poor abashed and battered hope—
While I trod on with dazed footsteps
On this dusty desert road
As the storm passes away
Only the sweet whispers of assurances are heard
The soft promises from hope held tightly
Invigorates this weary soul
To yearn for the ocean on the other side
Casting aside the doubts in mind
As long as I follow this aimless road
With hope to hold and behold
This Dust Desert Road
There is a feeling of euphoria
As the arid desert air hits my face
No sand in my eye
As I stomp on the baked black asphalt
Following this aimless desert highway
Beyond mountains, to the ocean
Away from the forest, from the meadow
And memories of Yesteryear
I hold on to tightly
Finding myself bound to emotions
Imbued with imagination
Facing the crashing desert storm
About to pass through me
And wary hope, wandering this desert
Raised from moments of neglect and dread
Hanging to salvation by a thread
She looks to me to hold on
To help her weather the winds
To help me let go of the past
Of my bound emotions of love
In the middle of the sandstorm
I feel the memories slipping away
From my fingers, from my grasp
To find themselves lost
Love finds herself caught up
In between the lines of flesh and fantasy
And angels flutter by, tugging her arms
Showing her the way out of this mess
Only to rip her apart
And scatter the pieces through the wind
And all the memories
Of the vast forest and never ending meadows
Are carried away by the dust
Pushed away to oblivion
As I hold on to dear hope—
Poor abashed and battered hope—
While I trod on with dazed footsteps
On this dusty desert road
As the storm passes away
Only the sweet whispers of assurances are heard
The soft promises from hope held tightly
Invigorates this weary soul
To yearn for the ocean on the other side
Casting aside the doubts in mind
As long as I follow this aimless road
With hope to hold and behold