We pulse and throb,
Around ourselves.
A perfect correlation.
Twisted, hungry,
An angry mob,
Defines manifestation.
And shattered we all pull ourselves,
To deliberate complications.
The world has folded into itself,
Destined to damnation.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Interesting take on life.
Like your layout and good use of language and flow.
Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest. -
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thank you!
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An interesting and twisted poem indeed. Almost capturing me in its own mess of words
Good luck
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Wow very strong
and painted a big picture
great write and it's true
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