I see something
Unrelenting, a truth
Of our existence
Gone beyond
All pretensions,
So-called blessings.
We are lonely
Slaves,
Starving,
Will do anything
For greed,
A taste of happy.
Oh my, granted,
I didn't expect much,
But, damn it,
I've been taught that
We weren't alone.
Have you ever stood
Out a storm?
Watched lightning,
Rain
Pass, that long?
It goes like people,
Sometimes fast,
Sometimes slow,
But always done,
Leaving you soaked,
Shocked, and
Then some.
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