Prose and poetry – ALTsapiens

Don’t You Wonder…?

Don’t you wonder where they go
The men and women of religions gone
The stark reality is a harsh blow
A cruel chance of birth they’d drawn

In Hell they wait, for you and woe
And even in the end, ultimate truth is not for you or they to know.

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Nightmare Fuel 2016, Day 20

Once upon a time

there was a little man

he sat upon his rock

and stared across the sand

Once a day he looked

across the empty waste

and every other evening

he gazed up into space

Once upon a time

those grains of sand were stars

and every morning they glitter

and remember what they are

But the little man just sits there

tears across his face

for he knows he is alone

in all of time and space

Inside
My body
I am crying
For release
Outside