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Click hereSpanning from horizon to eternity,
electric storms rage overhead,
while a million ground bound
beacons holler "I am here"
into the void.
There, among them, yet another
turns the other way,
and peers at peers
instead of swaying, chanting
in adoration of the skies,
and sees the world for real.
A god eat god scenario,
while dogs in desperation trample
and pile their brothers' bodies
to maybe, maybe taste
just once,
the lightning of their sky god,
laughing ever out of reach
at their feeding frenzy folly.
No rhyme,
no hope,
no escape,
she surrenders
and joins again the chanting masses.
Maybe, oh maybe,
salvation will come from above,
and not from within, after all.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Desperately joining the hordes in a feeding frenzy as they look to - heaven for help. Does salvation come from above or from within...
keep wring hun, and forget about numbers..every piece is so well written!
thanks for sharing!xo