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 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,

freshly killed bodies,

floating 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, conciliatory,

blinded to the truth;

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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