The Cycle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 20, 2017

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The Cycle

 

We are not the slaves,

The slaves are dumb,

We are voluble,

Do not stay as a stone

Firstly, step to the left

Then again and so on.

The fathers’ screams inaudible

 As the mothers’ cries…

We go to the rascals’ site.

Who gets fun to be there, remain.

The rest repels from…

And then

is

The Brownian motions

From the molecule to the quantum

Bobbing, braking, fucking…

Finding

Who? What?

Somebody staying on the right,

Someone ahead,

Other in the core heart

Several died yet.

Free personages already are absent,

Despite the common dreams,

Each of us is upset.

Each of us is striving, angriest,

Singing, screaming, crying, grieving,

Asking and

Can not find the answers.

The darkest realized think that

 At the end,

all of us does it being the loneliest 

 

SOMETHING OTHERWORLDLY IS LOOKING AT

THIS WITH THE SMIRK

AND WAITING FOR THE PREY

ON THE “D” DAY.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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