Free verse № 130508
The Scout
Virgin canvas stretched and torn;
a lonely scout upon the shore.
Arms outstretched to catch the waves
but much too deep to fill the graves.
She wanders, aimless, through the wild
and comes across a forsaken child.
The extraneous journey swiftly ends
as darkness falls and Hell descends.
Footsteps fading from the sand
as the wolves retake the land.
The child she clutches to her chest
as once again we fail the test.
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a possible change might be, "as wolves retake the barren land." Just a thought and the piece is great as is.
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