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The Farm
She breathes faintly and seeks out reality
Her heart is filled with pain and sorrow that brings tears
And as she stares out in the prairie
Her eyes fixed on the meadow that is sub come to her worst fears
The prayers that she whispers are fading into the air
Her savior from above is no where to be found
The field she lives on burns until it’s completely bear –
Her eyes followed the trail of flames that made her drown
The unforgiving man took his tank of raw fluid
Pouring it upon himself and his forgotten land
The woman begged and begged him stop the running liquid
To ultimately her words were not heard as he lit his match across the box’s band;
A small amount of acres went up in flame
Four people were found dead and no one took blame
Her heart is filled with pain and sorrow that brings tears
And as she stares out in the prairie
Her eyes fixed on the meadow that is sub come to her worst fears
The prayers that she whispers are fading into the air
Her savior from above is no where to be found
The field she lives on burns until it’s completely bear –
Her eyes followed the trail of flames that made her drown
The unforgiving man took his tank of raw fluid
Pouring it upon himself and his forgotten land
The woman begged and begged him stop the running liquid
To ultimately her words were not heard as he lit his match across the box’s band;
A small amount of acres went up in flame
Four people were found dead and no one took blame
Published 22nd Feb 2012
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22nd Feb 2012 1:07pm
Anonymous
29th Feb 2012 4:00pm
i see you are new here so i bid you welcome to deep underground, i too will be happy to read a lot more of your wonderful poems. the prayer that she whispered now fading into thin air, i liked this line, and so you painted a picture of a lone woman on a par-ire when as her husband or a friend burnt himself up..reality a great story told within each line, but i had to ask myself why did he take his life? was it because the crops burnt up i dont no why...anyway a good poem
you said you didnt understand my poem SERVANT OF THE BONES, will it might be a little confusing the servant of the bones is a spirit called up by a magician from the bones of a god to do his bidding for him, to do evil deeds for the magician in fact he is not anything but a mere ghost with a few powers of his own, but thank you for reading my poem if ever i can help you just pm me i'll do my best, you have a good day and keep your pen flowing
you said you didnt understand my poem SERVANT OF THE BONES, will it might be a little confusing the servant of the bones is a spirit called up by a magician from the bones of a god to do his bidding for him, to do evil deeds for the magician in fact he is not anything but a mere ghost with a few powers of his own, but thank you for reading my poem if ever i can help you just pm me i'll do my best, you have a good day and keep your pen flowing
29th Feb 2012 5:47pm
Thank and yeah I needed to add more to the poem but got writer's block so I didn't want to break up the flow. And thank you for your input. And also for the clarifying of your poem. I appreciate it and will indeed pm if I need help/ writer's block :)
