As we Run on Salty Fields. As we Feel the Sting.

Infinite circles with ends that never meet.
Will we rendezvous?
Oh, the impossibility,
Oh, the impracticality,
How it drowns me.

Will we fly,
Through pages that descend?
Blind. Blind. Blind.
Lost in the haze.

“In haste! We will disobey you!”
We scream to all that is.
But She has other ideas.
For now we are fighting.
Forever fighting fate,
Fighting what we know.

So raped and abused,
Our bodies will stay.
As we resist our exit,
Our exit from this hell.

But I might escape first...

Author notes

I used Option 2
“All is ash or the light shining through it”
The Sound of Animals Fighting.

I am going through a crap time at the moment, and these lyrics inspired some thought about it.

First piece of writing I have come up with for a while.

Cheers,
T r e n t P l u s P e n.

A contest entry

while we were injecting colors into our open veins by whiterabbit.. 650 points, ended September 20, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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September 20

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I like how you've used the prompt. Also, I don't think anyone else has picked this prompt yet.
Anyways, Your writing is powerful and raw. I enjoyed reading this.

Thanks for entering.