Strange Worlds: World of Poetry

Poem #2
This is the end, ask me how I know.
I know because in my world, this
place that I live, there is no going
back, and there is no moving forward.
Simply stated... this is the end.

Ask me about survival and I'll
tell you what I know. Survival
is a mind game that we all play
on each other. Who is the strongest?
Who is the toughest? Who is the
winner? In my world, this place
that I live, it doesn't matter. It's
hard to find things that matter here,
And when you do, they never last.

How do we reach understanding?
This is the question that I ponder.
Is it through communication? Or from
a lack thereof? How can I help you
understand, when I don't
understand myself. How do I convey
emotion when everything around me
is sucking life right out of my soul?
Infomercials, crack-babies, micro-
wave ovens???

What has happened to my world?
This place that I live! When people
cease to function, cease to exist,
cease to survive......

I wish I could help you. I would
like to help us all. Ask me how
I can and I'll tell you.... I don't
know.

Simply stated.... This is the end.

-H.L.M.
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All Rights Reserved.
Once again, this poem is from my friend, and she would like to here comments, criticisms, etc.

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