The Unknown

unknown poem

Poem

Out in the snow
where the sound of the wind
boils my blood
I saw people standing still

They were calm, almost sleepy
with legs attached to the ground
like the trees in spring
all you could see were their minds

I screamed in horror
frightened of the unknown
one of the them opened his eyes
what is the matter son?

Who are you? What happened?
Why are you in such a state?
Don’t worry we are fine
It’s the human fate

To die as a tree
and watch the rest of the race
fighting for nothing but an endleses time
of stillness, thinking, and disgrace

 

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photograph by Karsten W├╝rth

 

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