by Robbie
Published on: Aug 11, 2009
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Type: Poetry
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=25733
The fugitive was a frail piece of artwork. The tapestry of his skin intertwined with scars of futile journeys, limp limbs etched with the inevitability of death. Ostracized... Outcast... Forgotten... Eyes peeked from beneath his shawl-sanctum, searching, seeking anything other than the incessant weight of life. His deep sunken eyes permeated the world, flooding it with the incomprehensible comprehension of failure, of no hope, of nothing... He was a silhouette against a Cimmerian backdrop. Grief consumed him, his mind abating screams of indignation. His eyes closed, embracing final peace. « return.