Frenzy

The storm clouds gather,

rising on the distant horizon;

this new place,

this other reality,

this far off land where

nightfall never ends;

what is left?

what more can be said?

does no one listen?

does no one hear?

does the madness never end?

Today I would have given

you everything,

yet nothing is all you took,

tomorrow’s troubles

brings fresh sorrows

all their own,

as freshly killed bodies

float like chum on the surface,

being devoured by ravenous lizards

frantically joining in the

morning frenzy;

I wish it were not so.

This life is no life,

it changes and rearranges,

ebbing and flowing,

never coming to completion,

creations of a creator,

children of light

trapped within the darkness,

temporary, transient

and conciliatory,

blinded to the truth hidden

before our eyes;

the great illusion

we choose to believe;

deceiving and being deceived,

wounding and being wounded,

hurting and being hurt,

feeding off the leftovers,

running for the scraps;

hiding within the cracks.

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