• Loss
  • ,
  • Death
  • ,
  • Life


    Onward i go, into the trees
    led by rope, bound on my knees
    to a sled, pulled by a horse
    onward, onward through the gorse

    three days have past my throat is partched
    but onward still, my captor did march
    to realize i was alone
    onward, onward, never to return

    Onward through the night and day
    but still upon my sled did i lay
    for bound by rope and blinded still
    Onward, onward, my broken will

    Onward through the desert scene
    my skull has now been picked clean
    but still my captor leads on
    the faithful horse, onward, leads on

    Through the desert through the grass
    faithful horse came home at last
    onward, onward to my keep
    but in deaths grasp i still sleep
    Onward, onward, oh sweet defeat.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    crazydude’s Poems (14)

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