Stranger in strange land

Stranger in strange land short poem

Strange is the land on which he treads

seeking blood for the vengeance within

he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here

someone will fall for the false hope again

some eyes will always be moist

some hearts will beat with deception

someone will be every one’s fool..

He enters a cave marked red

a thousand eyes stare back unconvinced

they have seen the ascent

they have witnessed the retreat

the darkness engulfs him now

and yet he keeps walking along

something is squelching under his feet

some faded whimpers, some squealed threats

he can’t see what he treads on

unseen unnoticed unforgiven,

they die under his feet..

Just as sudden is the advent of light

his feet are red, blood red, red

his hand still holds the sword of malice

and he wears the shield of ignorance

forever protected in his own heaven

oblivious of any agony but his own

he yearns for satisfaction

he yearns for instant gratification..

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Swathi Rao
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Nice topic, beautiful thoughts.

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