Consuming all in sight Hunger, never satisfied It reaches out with its crimson hand and cries to heaven wanting. Swirling in the wind dancing the dance of the condemned it flickers out and all that's left is a blackened stick.
Reason for writing:
I am compiling a group of poems that I have written; entitled,
"Simultaneous Determination Of Self Description and Purpose For An
Ephemeral Carbon Body: An Erractic Approach." I wrote these
poems, not in hopes of publishing, but rather to replace
the traditional journal. Though not all are not autobiographical
I do try to ask questions that I have; hopefully one day I'll
have some of the answers.
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