Dark

justam
justam Posts: 21,415
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Dark creatures that haunt, hitting walls
bouncing across the cavern, blind
so hunger for energy, these bats
they could squeeze the urge to create out of the space
a pile of oranges, once so lovely on the table
stick 'em in the juicer and there's not much left!
slimy skins, ugly pulp, messy lump
tasteless without their bright blood
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    I read this a few times.
    I see it yet I don't.
    Can you enlighten me a bit justly.
    I do like it.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    It is about how fears and worries can sap a person's energy.

    Bats in the cave are the thoughts flying around and bumping in the walls. :)
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