Wasteland
I haven't written in so long. My earlier work (found back at the beginning of my blog) is much better. This though.. eh.. it's how I feel.
Once upon a time
She held the world in her hands
Had a sparkle in her eyes
That matched the golden band
She made it through the grey times
So often wanting to turn back..
Kept hope firmly in her mind
As she struggled through the black.
No light was there to guide her
As she felt her footing slip
Tumbled headlong down the rocky slope
Hands stretching out to grip
Bruised and aching she came to rest
On a bed of shattered stone
Her voice she raised in desperate query
Answered by an echo of its own.
First hands and knees, she slowly stood
Her hope died a painful death
As she stared at only blackness
Unable to catch her breath
Through bare and gloomy filtered light
She glimpsed a barren land of pain
With no way out, no path, no hope
She just lay down again.
There’s nothing left to see
There’s just an empty shell
A hollow, tired smile
On a face that I knew well
Once upon a time
She held the world in her hands
Had a sparkle in her eyes
That matched the golden band
She made it through the grey times
So often wanting to turn back..
Kept hope firmly in her mind
As she struggled through the black.
No light was there to guide her
As she felt her footing slip
Tumbled headlong down the rocky slope
Hands stretching out to grip
Bruised and aching she came to rest
On a bed of shattered stone
Her voice she raised in desperate query
Answered by an echo of its own.
First hands and knees, she slowly stood
Her hope died a painful death
As she stared at only blackness
Unable to catch her breath
Through bare and gloomy filtered light
She glimpsed a barren land of pain
With no way out, no path, no hope
She just lay down again.
There’s nothing left to see
There’s just an empty shell
A hollow, tired smile
On a face that I knew well