This is experimental.
I tried to bring out poetry + prose style in this.
The storyline in context is metaphorical.
Simply what this work show is a person looking for redemption by his own conscience, and finding it.
by Dimantha Polwatte
Published first on Mar 17, 2011, 1:07:33 PM
Genre -
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional
Standing in front of me in majesty,
I feel tiny, lifeless and ignored.
What am I? Comparing to this vast stretch of beauty.
Enchanted with life, untouched by the world……..
It lived alone by itself……..
Losing grasp of my identity, myself
When my skin was breached by the breeze….
The voice of them
I was carried away to the silent valley.
I lost
My own existence…….
I was a part of them.
We together felt the drizzle, the lightning at far corners, the mist which was carried away with the wind, dancing swirling clouds and the light of gods.
But as things went by they went away
Suddenly It was all darkness……..
I came back to myself…..
I was left alone
It was the end of the day
They left me…….
I stood up…….
Walked away with inspiration.
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