Voice Of Reason

A casual countdown to a casual black out.
The clock has stopped.
The heart has struck fear.
Is it still beating or fleeing.
Got to just got to run away get away any way you know how.
Oh how you feel like a coward.
Leaving others to get devoured.
But if you want to survive you must hide.
The alternatives are just suicide.
Go into the depth of the mind.
Just to find their not much different then you.
The basic necessity eat, drink, sleep, stay warm, reproduce.
A voice of reason is what separates you from them.
It makes you a gem in the world.
A manifestation of preservation.
Is it another quaint essence, or is their some kind of correlation?
Are we masters of our own disaster?
Are we destine to destine destroy ourselves?
What does our ingenuity truly manufacture?
Does our anger inhibit our ability to see clearly?
Question everything and know nothing.
Fill books with the quite elaborated.
Details spread so thick theirs no room for the cake.
Then it becomes absolute ridiculous.
How many came from you?
You have no clue.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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