Found, Lost, and Dead. (standard:poetry, 139 words)
Author: Half Pint	Added: Sep 16 2000	Views/Reads: 3906/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Written at a time of great personal depression.

Found, Lost and Dead 

As the earth rolls upon its belly 

And the glittering golden light rises as if the world was new 

And the large representations of years gone past rise fully into the sky


Here I have found the place of tranquility. 

It is hard to imagine a world like this. 

Without the scars of man 

and the blood baths that follow him like a plague for which no cure will
ever be found. 

For as this aching heart can no longer stand the pain of my kind. 

and so I take up this weapon of doom, 

this thunderous stick, 

and in my belly it lies. 

I find that soon in my hands will lie the death of tranquility. 

I pull the horrible lever of this stick. 

And Darkness. 

Finally, The Tranquility is Found, Lost, and Dead. 


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