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Change

On the horizon.

So needed as the present falls to pieces

Everything breaks.

Every thing.

Nothing is safe.

All that man has ever made will one day crumble.

All that I have ever done will sooner stand for naught.

The present is purgatory.

A place of solemn disaffection.

And I stand to whine, to moan, to write to myself and no one else.

I could scream at the top of my lungs in a crowded place

No one would hear.

No one hears me!!!

I CANT SCREAM!!!!

Silent cries inside my head.

Echoing for hours...

...Till the night has turned to day.

I live from sunset to sunrise,

Losing the use of my eyes

Losing the use of my mind

My heart.

Gone.

My lips useless.

My hands make nothing.

Tear down nothing.

There is nothing.

Everything is broken.

We never leave.

The darkness swallowed me whole

only a shadow remains

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"The present is purgatory.
A place of solemn disaffection.
And I stand to whine, to moan, to write to myself and no one else."
Very good poetry. Had the feel of the ancient Poets. They wanted us to think. I believe in Purgatory. For people who hold no value on myth and gods. Must land somewhere. The poem cab create a long conversation with no real answers. We must live and try to understand life. Hard to know perfect vision. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote