the last original thought

the end,

the last original thought,

gone out to pasture,

running with the wind,

falling farther

and farther

behind;

everything right

is wrong,

everything up

is down,

everything light

is dark,

everything good

is evil;

I cannot see,

for the innocence

has made me blind

to that

which would destroy me,

leaving me to die

in the filthy sand pits

of life;

waiting in line,

a silent colored picture

of peace,

sorrowed by the humanity

which patiently waits

for its return;

the blackness

fills my heart,

replacing worn out words

that say so much,

but mean nothing;

their hypocritical stares

betray the darkness

lurking in their minds.

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