Long lonely night

charles1958

Silence in the stillness

of the brooding night,

half in dream land,

trying to focus on

the flickering courser

as it races across the screen

in an effort to plumb

the depth of our humanity

and how the bloodshed

and destruction can

come out of this humanity;

are we really such destructive

characters; storming intellect,

butterflies glide colourfully

into sight, only to be torn apart,

joining the retinue of destruction,

no bomb needed for that,

not even the deadly crack of a pistol

just greed and self centredness

which destroys our world,

leaving a grey dingy silence,

which I sit typing,

trying to come to terms

with this long lonely night.

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