Images floating by on your screen
inside
outside
images passing by in hazey dim.
It there anything to be understood
when the night passes
but time just skips the dawn
passes the day
and brings things around to evening?
A fall.
Silent screams.
The detachment required to function
is elusive
finding nothing in something
as we sit here watching.
Nothing simple.
Nothing clean.
Numbness.
Checking out,
it all becomes a blood soaked fight to the death.
All or nothing.
Enforced hope.
Head to the ground.
Wounded and cut to the quick of the soul.
Blood feeding the ground
as souls stand about in whisper,
just lost and forgotten
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