Wiggling in The Hole
Contributed by
Greenpostit
on
Thursday, 1st April 2010 @ 07:41:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Scratching, clawing with bloodied fingers,
bare toes kicking with fury,
trying to slow the decent.
Slimy, grimy walls of muck
won’t allow a permanent hold.
Deeper, ever deeper you go.
The light’s gone
But, the sounds and smells remain;
sounds of millions in terror,
falling in their own holes,
struggling against the pull -
the relentless sucking force of life.
Above, the mother’s mother hunkers,
pushing against herself,
about to eject the lives within her,
into the holes over which she squats;
dispatching her babies on a one way
journey of suffering and despair.
Some see the light longer than others.
A few struggle courageously against the
inevitable fall to the bottom
where, finally, all become equals
in the nothingness of non-existence;
heaps; scraps; in a vile brew of decay.
All that was important about the struggle;
events and people along the way;
possessions, knowledge, and wisdom gained;
country, species, gender, wealth, power;
all gone, with only the matter remaining, to be reborn
to start the process anew, with ever diminishing purpose.
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Greenpostit
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2010-04-01 19:41:52] (Date/Time posted on
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