What Feasts
From birth we are fed the scream of nothing.
By Dr Joel LaNaceyPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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From birth we are fed the scream of nothing
in a world that has everything.
Those who would love us
lift us and set us loose
within walls with fragile insight.
Faintly a step further and the
world ensnares us.
There is nothing but children
etched with hardened expression.
The helm contains no chain
and so we sail through the ambient ink.
We must learn to stop swimming.
Beneath the turbulent surf
may lie new life in silent vistas.
Nameless things here may feast,
but so we allow it as we consume in turn.
As I sink towards the bottom,
there is much to be seen anew.
What offered treading but
conflict born from fear?
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About the Creator
Dr Joel LaNacey
I used to be a bunch of atoms but now I'm alive, I guess.
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