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Once Upon A Time In Mexico isn't mine and I'm not making any profit from this poem, which is mine.Archive:
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Author's Note:
I have a real problem telling when a poem I've written is good and when it is utterly bad. I just can't tell at all. Part of me likes this poem and part of me looks at it with disdain. Since I seem to be incapable of judging my own work, I've posted it here in hope of receiving feedback (fingers-crossed for positive feedback, of course!).***
Once Upon A Time In Mexico:
Finding Your Way
By
Starzangel
***
Once upon a time. . .
There had been colours,
colours so bright and bold,
colours so pale and muted.
The blue of the cloudless sky,
the green of the cropped grass,
the yellow of the midday sun,
the orange of the Mexican dust. . .
The burgundy of wine.
The scarlet of a woman's lips.
The crimson of blood. . .
Dark, purplish, red. . .
Down his face it trickled and dried. . .
Something he couldn't see.
.
Where was reality now?
When you can't see it,
how can you tell where it is?
Reaching for it blindly. . .
Touching it. . .
Hearing it. . .
So many sounds. . .
So loud, so muddled. . .
How was he to tell what was there?
.
Fighting against the rising panic. . .
Trying to keep hold of who he is.
Finding a link to the world and listening. . .
Seeing again.