Alone, alone, all walk through no man's land, Though the wise know this is our darkest night; No more important than a grain of sand. The skein of time unwinds, too slow to stand, Hope clasped to the heart,like the widow's mite. Alone, alone, all walk through no man's land. As empty lives fall short of what was planned, All look to the sky, though it deems their plight No more important than a grain of sand. Justice hides, under fate's despotic hand, Blind both to the wretch and the cenobite. Alone, alone, all walk through no man's land. As if from heaven's gates,forever banned, We wander lost,to deem what's wrong and right No more important than a grain of sand. While many are trying to understand, Some just pray there are better days in sight, No more important than a grain of sand, Alone, alone, all walk through no man's land.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about the seeming meaninglessness of modern existence,in an increasingly secularized society,and the need for spiritual guidance.It is a villanelle.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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