Faced with the sight of oblivion,
put in place by life’s cruel unveiling – showing how we are vulnerable.
We give monsters names and plots
then hand ourselves a focused purpose
to fight against forces that could care less
so our life seems less of a void space
when the hourglass has a pebble in place.
We create gods and monsters in our image
give them life above lack of meaning.
So we can live in some semblance of peace
avoiding the verse that goes like this;
“bleak futures make us grimace,
like dark corners make fire retrace,
the body shakes at death’s warm embrace,
the soul scurries from angst’s sweet grace.”


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