The locusts form a detrimental swarm
emerging from behind the dead man’s eyes
and cast into this black and living storm
I pray that it will serve as my disguise
For us with pupils forced to dilate
there’s little hope; this plague consumes all light
There is no sight as eyes asphyxiate
and drown within the blackness of the night
But outside forces wish to find us dead—
perhaps in darkness we can slip away
These winged creatures carry hope, not dread
-our only chance to live another day
Though plagues of darkness form along our path
sometimes misfortune spares us greater wrath
Author notes
intravenous jesus
A contest entry
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Flawless meter, and your rhyme and imagery are excellent. I wonder if this is your own 17th summer of which you speak. Yikes! The bit of hope that you have found, though, must bring with it a certain comfort. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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