to find pasts
where you were
the one you never wished
to be here
alone
in the dark
waiting
to make your mark
upon broken histories
of no real
significance signaling
a future where
rubble strewn cities
are full of little children
screaming
for mothers and fathers
brothers and sisters
gods
are waiting and laughing
stalking the believers
with a fearful
patient presence
that's just beyond the bend
on this path chosen
that leads to nowhere
real
just a myth in
a fairy tale.
1 comments:
The enjambment works really well here and I like that some of the stanzas can really function on their own as these cool little ideas, but they function so well together. The idea of these stalking gods is a nice image and super creepy. Another solid piece.
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