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The Barren Land

January 26, 2011
By Kennikenjo SILVER, London, Other
Kennikenjo SILVER, London, Other
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No one knows the life of The Barren Land as I do.
The Barren Land doesn’t bear kindness or evil,
Harvest lies or the truth,
Doesn’t judge but is judged.
Only sprouting equal judgement on all who defy its rigid rules.
The Barren Land isn’t two faced.
It sports an honest single scarred slashed and burned face in as much honest as honesty permits,
No remits.

The land doesn’t dare
But it does challenge.
Do you dare to accept its offer?

If so be prepared for a character.
A sorrowful person.
A lonely individual
An outlasted individual.
One who is forever bound to listen to songs
-Swan songs
Eulogy songs
Of the dead, the dying and then death. Silence.
Once again.

Over the hopeless and endless years that pass by,
The land learns not to sigh.
Not to make a sound, why?
Perhaps the land has become accustomed to its way of life;
A fake silhouette of its best friend, the end.
The silence that mourns the dead.

For after three days here,
I’ve become
Hungry
Thirsty
And scared.
I no longer shout for help
No one will ever come
Not even the vultures to pluck out my eyes.

On the few heartbeats that still remain,
Clutching raw earth as I sweat my last sweat,
Gasp my last gasps,
Eyes glazed still, at rest, glimpsing the end.
I apologise to The Land for taking up its offer.
Arms spread
I give back my body to the world that I came,
To The Barren Land.


The author's comments:
I don't really know what inspired me to write this piece as with my other work, I just write at night and whatever comes to mind comes.

I personified the barren land intentionally to add life to a place which lacks it greatly. But added an air of respect for such a dangerous place that shouldn't be feared but instead regarded with marvel.
The sad tones throughout are there to relate to the physical form of a barren land but the emotions of the land are there to allow people to relate this poem to other issues such as depression, death and relationships etc. Additionally, perhaps people will question the land as to what made it so bitter.
Which is highlighted in the lack of rhythm and rhymes.


-Who knows I could just to be rambling nonsense right now and this is the first draft, usually I don't enter first drafts but something about this one makes me just like it.

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