Buried Hills
Buried Hills
Now
As I prepare to say goodbye
To this land of hills and the ephemeral showers
I feel a deep sense of ennui
Everything feels grey, and without glitter
The green leaves seems to have lost their luster
The valley’s their life
This mist in the pass itself looks like a smog
That shrouds everything pleasant
And appears to releases an unhealthy vapor
Of mistrust and tastelessness
I stayed here for couple of long years
Shedding my sweat on these roots of grass
And trying to tend a few shoots upward even
Praying that things would change-
For the better in this land of the forsaken
I didn’t know
About the curse this land had
Of having ever to bog down to the shadow
Of a distant and disturbing past
The memories it carries of muted pains
And violated lives, both of plants and the moving
The hovering thoughts over the plateau
Of mistrust to the visiting life
The other visitors to this land, unlike me, had
Intuited this fact the moment they alighted here
They opted to play the role of disinterested visitors
And were saved by that very fact
I erred in not doing so, and carry the regret
Still with me as I say bye to these buried lands
Written by Sam
June 14, 2012 at 6:02 pm
Posted in Behavior, Humor, Inner world, Life, Life situations, Not really poetry, Out Look, poetry, Stories, Un-stories
Tagged with comedy, Cruelty, Experiences, Human behavior, Humor, Life, mystery, philosophy, poetry, purpose of life, realization, relationships, seeing, situations, thoughts, truth, writing
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Aw…this has such resounding sadness weeping through it…hauntingly beautiful.
~Lady Day
June 14, 2012 at 6:58 pm
So interesting to think of lands buried! It works though. k.
ManicDdaily
June 14, 2012 at 7:54 pm