End

I walked through the cold sand.
The rain fell hard on me.
My wet hair stuck to my skin...
As I stared at the endless land.

No moon in the sky
Not a single hand to hold on to,
Just endless black clouds to look at,
And my cold body to be with.

No lights around me,
Can't find a single place to go to...
The desert seems endless,
While my legs ache in pain.

Suddenly it's all quite.
No rain. No cold.
I smell warmth...
And a blanket clings to my skin.

I can't remember anything clearly.
But I love to see that somebody cares...
I was lost.
I was deserted.
But now I realize, that the desert does have an end!

Comments

  1. Sakhi.February 4, 2009 at 1:36 AM

    nice one!!
    Not a single hand to hold on to,.....
    loved tht line......nd btw i bot tht book frm crossword....

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2009 at 2:24 AM

    lovely..

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2009 at 3:00 AM

    hey follow the blog otherwise how will you keep track of the diary? :P

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2009 at 3:13 PM

    we haven't done anything for the band. so consider yea, i consider not to be a band anymore. but i was supposed to do the keyboard/vocal. since we haven't made any songs it's not really active. anyhow here's the name: "Get Your Own Fanny Packs".

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  5. NotionFebruary 4, 2009 at 4:54 PM

    dis is cold, but so sad

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  6. TaraFebruary 5, 2009 at 9:12 AM

    Beautiful! I love the picture too. It really sets the mood.

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  7. VictoriaFebruary 5, 2009 at 5:17 PM

    i love it, its so good, but so sad, which is probably why i love it! :)

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  8. MacFebruary 5, 2009 at 7:59 PM

    I really like this one. I just love it.

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  9. SavyFebruary 6, 2009 at 8:01 AM

    Beautiful!

    Sorry I haven't been commenting, but that's been true for a lot of the blogs that I follow. I've been busy, and sick for the past two days. But I'm back!

    Really great poem, I'm so jealous of your poetic skills! Lol

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2009 at 2:17 AM

    how come I have not commented on this. Anyway, it's your best work till date I should say.
    Keep writing.

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