A Poem by Crusaderscross

Streets filled with empty noise
Old buildings crowed with shadows

The lucidity of tranquility taking effect
Sleep is needed against the lost of sanity

A door opens amidst the suffocating air
My mind clouded by doubts of offending

I walk in

My vision engulfed with images of the initiated
Multiple wooden beds are laid in harmony

The smell of my empty being ignites my suffering
Fatigue forces me to surrender

My eyes closed, covered by a black canvas
Voices of many a passed are all I can hear

Unconsciousness grows stronger and stronger
draining the life from the innocent

13 roads traveled in 1 night
Hands and feet consumed by pain

Sounds of angels breathing
Home has become an intertwined piece of wood


© 2010 Crusaderscross

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Good.To me it seems like a tired traveller reaching home after a long journey and finds no peace even at home. He is tortured by the question of who he really is.

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is a great write and very imaginative. I have no idea who your are but for me I picture a homeless man who has walked a lifetime and enters a shelter to lay down for he is too tired to go on. Too tired to fight and as he falls asleep he gives up his life too tired to struggle another day.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on July 29, 2010
Last Updated on July 29, 2010



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