As gallant morning eats away

As gallant morning eats away

The cancerous night

Time remains elusive

Hidden in the space between

Living and

Dying; when the world becomes dark again

Using it will have destroyed us

Wrapped in the anarchy invented by an attempt of organization.

Revolving, like clockwork, into nothingness

Reviews

[alesuriko]

I really enjoy the tone of this poem. Although, I don't agree on your perspective of what anarchy is, but that's more or less irrelevant. It has a nice flow and good choice of words. Interesting poem, well done.