A Walk to Remember

Roaming by the side
of the banks of a river
dead shells and skeleton
of some fish made him shiver

walking in that sand
that was damp all round
fast disappeared all the
happiness he had found

Looking around everywhere
all he could see was death
the water level that had gone down
made him hold his breath

The lovely touch of the water
and his feet now, felt awkward
The knowledge that it also held
beneath it, a graveyard

Still walking, still strolling
still observing the grim scene
He saw the reflection of some trees
the water, He had to agree, was one beautiful screen

It mirrored the image
the flow stirred it,
The sun shone on its world
the water blurred it.

Down gazed his eyes and
they saw a scopion moving
He felt as if it was, to the
rhythm of his feet, grooving

He crept away from it
and ran to some place, other
and an irony striked his mind
a scopion's afraid of another

But in that one walk
by the river
his mind shook, as it saw
what the scene next delievered

A shell there was unopened
through the gaps, He saw a pearl
He thought of the poor creature
on dust, which spat and twirled

It survived and braved the dust
that had entered it's shell
for years and years and years
untill its shell got swelled

It must have died not long ago
for the pearl was still so shiny
and it had worked upon it hard
for, the pearl, he wouldn't call it, tiny

There was so much to think
there was a new dimension
The smile, which once faded,
returned and broke the tension

For among this death around the banks,
and view that was so grim
A truth, a spark
of knowledge came along to him

While in this world of humans
or the world of fish, the water
There will be creation, will be life
and there will also be death and slaughter

Life's not there for us to think and waste upon
what's happened or what will happen after
It's there for us to work and work so
we leave behind things that will bring smiles and laughter....

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Everything feels so lame
There's a beauty in the pain
The blood has left its stain..

Out there sets in a mist
His hands curled into a fist
The blood, he touched and kissed..

All that's left of a star, is a black hole
The shining bright white light, it stole
The blood is going, and so will his soul..

He gets up, and giddiness upon him dawns
This is not a game, with more respawns
But he's so bored with this life, he yawns..

He tries to walk and the blood, ruffles
The blood drips, the carpet, the sound, muffles
He looks, he smiles and out of the room, he shuffles..

Its his death, but he has to smoke
He takes a drag but, on it, he chokes
The lit end, on the arm, he strokes..

More blood, he expectorates
Moving through the mist, his death, he awaits
He wants to lie, and blame it on The Fates..

The mist thickens to become a fog
Doesn't look, and he trips on a log
Makes him think more about him being a cog..

He'll wait for this death while he's down
He's happy, though he fell, and on his face, there is no frown
Random thoughts cross his mind, and in one, he's a clown..


(to be contd.)



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by dranz3r