Arkose glowing red and the past long gone
Broken iron clay and bones sunk in creeks
Cries and hurting moans reaching from the void
Deprived of their voice and trapped in the dust
Echoing the age of murder and gore
Fighting in their hearts the conquerors siege
Guilty absolution refused for all time
Hatred and revenge flowing in fresh veins
Ingesting the poison slowing down the quest
Jaws swollen from screams, eyes red from despair
Knuckles tightened hard and ready to claim
Left with no remorse, sympathy or will
Mourning what could be and what have been lost
Nights loud with the fear and whispers abound
Of bloodshed untold and buried behind
Purging the old sins
Questioning the dues
Righteous to oblivion, robbing sacred ground
Singing the proud song of doings not fair
Truth woven in haze of the morning light
Upheaval of souls longing to resolve
Victory so bitter, so barren, so vain
What hunts from the tales can not be undone
Xenophobic dread of story reply
Yearning for forgiveness never truly theirs
Zenith so elusive and coursed for all time
About the Creator
Nosti
Hello. My name is Nosti and I am learning to write.
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
To the Many . Runner-Up in #200 Challenge.
To the early mornings and the feelings of a grey, heavy, ambience, where the guilt melts away with the falling rain. To the sound of the birds outside the window, tirelessly executing the exquisite concert of squawks. To my partner to be there by my side, still, loving me like he does, despite all the trouble I might be causing. To his heavy, beautiful arms resting on my waist until it hurts. To the smell of my sheets, lavishly soaked in orange and lavender. To the ten deep breaths and the perfect stillness without intrusive thoughts harassing my mind. To the split second between my feet and the timber floor, and standing there, ready for the world. To the curious potential, the day holds. To remembering that I am here only for a short visit and I might be called to leave at any time. May this year be filled with the charm of the mundane. I wish to stay present and awake, grateful, alive and at peace.
By Nosti2 years ago in Motivation
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
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I couldn't stop reading. Your writing was really well done!