The Forsaken Flock

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was inspired by the Salvador Dali painting I used by the image. Enjoy. If you have any questions or comments about the poem, just post a comment. I'd be happy to recieve them.

Submitted: January 06, 2008

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Coarse grains of sand sift through my fingers,

The boiling sun beats down on my face,

My eyes feel like burning embers in my skull,

Pain courses through my veins as I stand.

 

The land around me is lonely and barren,

Before me is a cliff higher than the tallest tower,

The stone is smooth and brilliant,

A cascade of reds, oranges, and yellows.

 

A pair of fluttering shapes capture my eyes,

Their breathtaking butterflies float across the stone,

Their radiant colors mesmerize me,

My heart and soul are drawn to them, so I follow.

 

My legs feel like marble as I lumber forward,

The hypnotizing butterflies' calls echo in my mind,

They lead me around the cliff face, towards cool shadows,

I find myself staring at a flock humans.

 

The butterflies land on my slumped shoulders,

Seeming to push me with unnatural force,

The flock of men and women welcome me,

Their smiling faces warm my soul.

 

Understanding floods into my mind,

It is all too simple,

The awesome butterflies are our shepherds,

We are their flock.

 

I understand completely now,

I am numbered amongst the forsaken,

Dumped in a land of perdition,

There is no hope for us anymore.

 


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