At The Edge Of Common Sense Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

There are no trees
Not even sand dunes
Just barren land
Destroyed by warmongers
Life is a trickle of cockroaches
A few broken ribs that lie buried in the ground
No one knows what it means
To be outside the modern world
To be lost in a desolate and empty land
To be without the comfort of companionship
To be without the warmth of humanity
It is a sad sad place
To be at the edge of common sense
There are no relationships or common interests
Just the intense feeling of loss and darkness
It is not a place for peace or happiness
It is a forbidden place, inhabited by lost souls
This is just a glimpse of the forbidden world
But human beings will always try to extend their reach
To open the veil of the abyss of the unknown
And enter the ghoulish realm of evil
It is not enough to wield power or to have material wealth
Strive to have true knowledge
That will open your eyes
And make you see the unthinkable
Beyond our human thought capacity
Lies other realms that are beyond our comprehension
There is only weeping and ghanishing of teeth
©Kenneth Maswabi