sands of your thoughts


sands of your thoughts

warmed by the sun

desert emptiness

bring forth your light

whisper, a gentle plea

strong was the force that pursued them

seemingly weak beings

lost before starting

prayed to their gods

unanswered, forgotten

left on the shallows of despair

last rally of strength

taken from the depths

of their alien being

faced an unknown enemy

strong with great hope

cruelly crushed

not comprehending their fate

but lived while they did

and died not knowing


From – Pain is Time

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Copyright 1974

Patrick M. O’Neil


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