modern poetry – Stranger Paths

Pyre

There were ugly things crawling in her reality
Nightmares becoming a background noise
She turned a blind eye to so many
And became blind all at once
As the pyre lit
She stood thankful for its warmth

Fair

I come from a land with skies

So clear

Sands vast

Where no shadow can last

I come from a land that begs for clouds

For rain

Yet here I am

Half a world away

Sitting

Watching

Yet another rainy day

While my lands

Die of thirst

Irony of this unbalanced curse

Whole

Oh where did my pieces go

Those that held me together

Time rubbed them apart

And so did the weather

Where did my body go

Curious I long to know

How a man melts like snow

How this beauty withers

Yet his soul

Manages to stay whole

No matter the struggle

Silence

I stretched out my dusty wings
Shedding thousands of years

Away

Breaking the silence of my peers

Turning our dark tears

To fire

Reigniting an ancient flame

Reminding the world of our name

As I flew higher

I could no longer deny my true desire

I was born

For this rebirth

Born to inspire