Crimson’s Creative Challenge #115 Poem – Wooden Path

A wooden path to the sea, salt in the air; seagulls glide above, inviting you to step off into the sand.

Poem – Perfection

I close my eyes to see another world, dreams of perfection—void of humanity.

Poem – How Long

How long before they realize their folly, how long before they cry out?
How long before terror takes their souls, how long before heroes rise?

Poem – Black Eye

He who controls an army and technology rules the world; he who disobeys does not exist. A black eye can save for it can not see.

The (Eye) refers to technology that watches people in a dystopian world. A black eye is turned off.

Poem – Divide Unite

Divide into special interest groups, and you can have your way, then unite under a socialist flag; liberty lost.

Poem – Thin Man

The thin man rose from a life of failures, bones cracking as he moved, refusing to die a quitter.

Poem – Dark Winter

Winter is not dark, but we seem determined to make it so, fools listening to fools, hiding under the wings of dark angels; lost souls with no mind of our own.

Poem – Play

Let the kids play for one more day, protect them from a world of your creation; your sins will be their punishment.

Poem – Sewn

I closed my eyes, and the nightmare went away, those masked faces that haunt my day.
But the dreams soon followed, and I could see; mouths sewn shut, never to be free.

Poem – Perish

A moment of truth slips silently past. Your inner voice goes unheard, and that gut feeling gets suppressed with Tums. You hide in plain sight, but the predator sees you. And you perish from the earth.