Imogen Poulter (United Kingdom) published:
PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020
A tired moonless night, drowsy sunless days,
to be awakened from their anti-slumber, eternal midnight,
we hope, we pray, and pray.
The darkness never lifts, and the babes bred from it grow weary
Accept eternal induced comas of conciousness, insomnia-
because we do not sleep.
Life has become the twighlight delusions we live between.
Though even the most mighty forces meet it’s end,
so in that, unlasting does not seem as bitter-
there are no losers here, there...
8 months ago