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I Stand

A Poem

By Melina GiorgalletouPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I stand bewildered by the sight.

The horrid sight of stained red.

The mere conveyance of rigidness and spirituality.

I stand perplexed by what my eyes are seeing.

Is this truly our world's end?

Bloodshed and perpetuating evil?

I stand astounded by the immaculate bathroom.

The hidden screams and shouts

that stand silent in the air of that night.

I stand underground beneath the soil.

Wondering if air can reach through these

desolate particles of Earth.

I stand rigorously in the center of the hole.

Imagining what it was like when

he digging up this groundbreaking hole.

I stand strapped against the emerging tree.

Counting down to three until my

companions in life find out where I've been.

Has it been that long?

Long enough to grow in the Roots of the deepest,

hollowest cacti

that stands dry in the deserted desert

fawning on the scented sun

screaming for the burns and reaching for the clouds?

I stand here waiting for the crowd to stop crying,

waiting for the moment they will feel whole again.

Dreaming for the time that they will rise as I did,

in a fostered forest of the land

that I stand on top of the ground

with closed eyes and dream of what it would be like

if I were alive.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Melina Giorgalletou

Just a college student from Cyprus, living in NYC, trying to find herself through words and writing.

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