Emptiness Poem by Undine Roxie

Emptiness



In their way, they see cyclops flying to hell
Vainly trying to get to heaven
And the wings are not theirs to keep.
And they beat in all the doors to open,
They beat but no one comes
And their skin is burning,
Outside is cold and they will never see their homes,
Their way is painted bloodly,
Their home is none,
Their souls have gone.

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