Out here, on the perimeter of
a new civilization,
there is nothing.
There are no stars to wish on,
only giant moons that illuminate the empty night sky.
People live day to day,
scraping for something to eat.
There are no mothers or fathers,
no sons or daughters
they were left behind.
Only children huddle together,
the souls pushed to the end of the world.
There is no right or wrong,
only survival.
Out here, there is no god.
Author notes
part of my Creative Writing: Poetry manuscript
Written October 24th, 2006
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