POETRY
Strangers in the Sun
Fragmented Free Verse: Allusions to Alienation
Published in
Sep 29, 2024
We’re all here,
Like strangers in the sun.
It’s time to run.
Hypnotic is the storm
That rages within.
Clouded with the haze
oF days in the daze
Gone by and by and by.
Rolling streams of waves
Penetrate the stem
That plants itself deep
In the marvelous mind.
I am not at all blind,
Nor am I left behind
The blockade of insanity.
Standing in death sublime,
The overload maximum,
There’s no need to rhyme.
Reason is within the grasp
Of a poisonous asp.
“Ouch!”
I scream with rasp!
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