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My longest poem:
Life's Strength and Struggle
Part 2:
Passing under the stricken skies
clouds hanging low
falling to the depths below
where people become lost
souls searching for what
they have left, to reap
what they sew. To
few but many have
been able to survive
Then to become the creatures
to walk the
barren land
forever,
flightless beyond all means.
The fallen angels,
feathers plucked from the backs
of the masses
Storming the fronts
Searching for their shelter
to hide in fear.
A strength in numbers is
but one to few
Confronting the darkened skies
Face to face
with flashes,
streaking through the darkened void
where time lays still
and yet has no meaning
where these lost souls
are to be judged
forever to wander
the sorrow of who they are.