A/N: This actually a somewhat poem version of
New Divide. When I was writing New Divide, it had this sort of style not usually used when I'm writing prose. At the same time, I'm still sort of looking for that right 'style' in writing poetry. So uh, both sort of clashed together and this is, well, what you get. Imagine reading this as if you're reading New Divide, only with alignments and tabs and more italic formats minus the song lyrics.
And yes, the alignments matter a lot.
Rough Divide
Thunders rolled, rain fell, blood shed
The land remained barren,
the earth too dried to suck in new life.Footsteps lost in the midst of the dessert,
dusts and dirt all there is to see.
Onward and onward, flying with the wind
The sun continued burning,
the air too heavy and hot to breathe in.
Soles trudging along,
silent musings is all there is to do.
Dead end; stalemate
The travel stopped,
yet the journey continued.Horizon so far away, unreachable,
only the wasteland is all there is to see.
The clouds fled, the sky parted
Life began to return,
greenery sprouting from lifeless ground.Chirps and tweets all around,
curiosity growing with anxiety.
A wall; a barricade
It didn’t feel dead at all,
for that one moment.Even as each footstep neared,
even as each second passed without notice.
And forward no more
And then there was nothing.