Prayer

by EpithetPoet   Jan 16, 2005


Let me lay down
To rest my eyes
Do not save me
Told to the skies

Under your stars
I pray to you
Do not save me
If you wanted to

Let my blood
Feed your roots
Let them grow
Bear red fruits

Let my skin
Feed your wild
Let them bring happiness
To a sad child

Let my bones
Grind to dust
Let them fly
With a small gust

Let my heart
Beat its last beat
Said to the figment
I'll never meet

As i lie
Say thanks to you
It was my only prayer
To ever come true

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  • 19 years ago

    by Krete

    Interesting. Not the usual flare -- not to be offensive -- but still a clear & touching poem.

    The opening stanza is interestingly enough, very griping. The idea of a heavy sleep seems to consume the audience. The second stanza is so bright & ironically tumultuous. -- The idea of saving, as in, perhaps, the Christian salvation, and you say: "if you wanted to"

    A really delightful piece. Hats off to you.

    5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by «-Pale-Petals-»

    wow, allie, u sure as hell beat me on this poetry stuff, u can write about ANYTHING, greeat job
    Lots of love! *missing you*
    Samz~*

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