Poetry: Paper Cranes

The sound of the Distant Wind
Howling passed our Ears
Screeching, sounding almost as if it were in Pain
Unbearable Pain

What the Eyes see, cannot be Trusted
The sound of Paper Folding upon itself
That which transforms itself
Giving new life to what once had nothing
Sounds unknown come to life
Bringing those Haunted memories
Of what once was, back to life
Lost within a Desert of my own self-pity
Such a Wretched Sight

Blinded by Deception
Stripped away of Pride
The Emotions, which disappear, one by one
The sound of Paper falling to the floor
Thousands upon Thousands
The Empty Shell of the Person that once was
Now just Walks on
Wandering Aimlessly
In that Desert of Self-Pity
Until that pity, itself disappears

Wandering in Circles unknown
Without a Destination
Without a Aim
Without a Goal
To live or die, either one is fine

Open those dull eyes
The constant sound of Paper as it folds and brushes past
Finally realized with Dull Eyes
The Screaming Wind, constantly in torment
As Paper Cranes fly in Circles

The Wind itself cut by Cranes unreal
The Haunting Song of Time
Passes us all by
Like a Tragic Play
Which never Ends

Slowly one by one
Everything disappears
But the tragedy continues
Even when all is Lost

Desert Sands
The Howling Winds
The Vast Emptiness, all but bearable
Lose oneself in emptiness
Doomed to Wander forever, and for nothing

Eyes which once shined brightly
Become Dull as towards the future they were aimed
With nothing seen, close your eyes in refusal
In Defiance
Living life in the memories of the Past

Paper Cranes
Flying Swiftly
Causing Pain to all you touch
Encircle one who has lost themselves…

To Dull Eyes, once more
Open your eyes
To the unwanted reality

Cranes made of Paper
Surround the empty shell with Eyes gone Dull
Blinded by the never ending Paper Cuts
One remembers how to feel
Tears of Blood which Flow
From Eyes gone Blind
Dull Eyes which no longer see
The Final Memory…

A Beautiful Storm
As Cranes flew in Circles in the Desert
Stained in Blood
They Flew in Harmony
As they surrounded one with Dull Eyes
Who Cried Tears of Blood
Almost as if to Protect
Paper Shed
Which Feathers soon Fell upon the Ground

A Storm of White…
The sound of rustling Paper which slowly disappeared
As all became silent
And the Cranes themselves Dispersed
Leaving nothing behind

The Beautiful Memory…
A Raging Storm of White
Caused by Paper Cranes
Who seemed to torment all
The one who shed Tears of Blood
Saw past eyes gone dull, and saw the truth
Before leaving the desert sands
With only the 1000 Paper Cranes
As testament of his presence

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Inspired by the Song Chizuru by The Gazette. This Poem, like many others is very Symbolic, so I’d appreciate if you tell me what you got from it upon reading. Thank you for Reading. ^^