Land of Sands

A.ELIZABETHMIND
7 min readJul 15, 2021

A poem.

A scene, of desert, sands, and the horizon sun rising, or moon rising.
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If one were to tell all wicked of tales; one may have seen a clearing beyond horizons veil.

One may certainly too live on in:

constant pain, denial, shame…

a reliving,

of a day, after day…

Constant play, after play,

re-play.

Shuffle & Repeat.

Perpetually living amongst ones feelings of grief —

under deliberate scrutiny.

Fabricated.

Estimated time of arrival, unknown.

Parable; she confesses.

Repressed.

Tension.

Apprehensive; aggressiveness.

The magnitude of truth unveiled shall make it hail exceedingly;

This to be expected.

Nothing short of uncanny.

For those with blindfolds;

masked, and covered with confusion.

Walking around aimlessly waiting for their resolution.

Digest.

Unload, or re-load, who knows.

A train derailed; for nothing less than mass consumption of façade.

Deception.

Perception.

Perception, the greatest pursuit.

RAGE. The opposite of route.

Death.

This is a tale, not for the faint of heart, nor weak.

Exposed.

She walks on, following the sounds of a mad love song.

She wishes all well…

Godspeed.

Please, do revel in her disheveled reveal.

Amused?

Confused?

Disposal.

Thrice, Removed.

Rapid as falls on the edge of a cliff — casting out stones; all seemingly unfit.

Exiled.

Banned.

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A.ELIZABETHMIND

My ideas on the complexities of our human mind’s, with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting, Hope, remains unwavering in all of us.