Apple Adventure [or: A.A.] - Poem by Amberlee Carter
I interrupt your usual monotony, to bring you
a story with less than a beginning...
The feature presentation is brought to you, courtesy
of my humble life:
The sun has gone again, left the wide divide
to weep in its loneliness.
The rains have come, violently
upon our homestead, and made
all the earthworms nervous against
their shallow graves.
a land for the living,
a heaven for the dead:
a journey every soul
either shelled or exposed,
Fighting the good fight, everyday of
a natural-born-unnatural life-
and death is the ultimate goal
for a soul
of its own
We should all be so smiled upon,
to have a destination,
to have a broader horizon
just beyond our headlights.
The ending comes when
the beginning fades-
but what beginning can we expect, or
prepare to face
if we've only started running
halfway through the race?
In the silence
love and hatred stir,
wrought in fiery sunsets, born
in lullaby hush.
and this burden shall never depart,
for within wroth, I see a calm-
a beauty the world over has forgotten,
just cause, righteousness, and
hungry anger, slow to consume
slow to devour as it savors
the taste of young virtue-
and brings to surface, a voice
not so concealing,
not so petite and pure,
but dark and wonderfully painful-
and come the light,
chasing shadows from sight,
remorse sets swiftly upon the heart, causing
a plea for death from the throat of
all that God’s womb has aborted.
This is a testimony just in case
I can't meet you on the other side-
I don't wanna die, not today, but
maybe tomorrow I’ll be ready to go-
ready to ease along with the rest of
After all, we're livin' in a fairytale world.
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