Sum of Our Feelings is Negative

See now, close your eyes, imagine no light

through sound;

Blindness only, the science of Your plight.

Still is your light and keepers of the knight.

No power, no flour.

Pain! We howl, Our muzzles to the ground, computer tech

check; you're archeology in silence.

You're hate is the new science.

Vain be our evidence.

(To be alone)

Mother natures final frown, look not up but all around.

(In Our final hour)

Laughing, We only kicked Ourselves up,

now we dust ourselves off.

She wont let Us all down,

knowing better, we've taken a tally.

You're swept up, like so much refuse

down an alley; You think, 'How could they have been so dense.'

Fading, nothing, no, need is why We hunt not

fast; free us from Your recommence;

know Your eye's, if we are blind

or is this all in Y'our mind?

We could be the greatest nothing, bought;

to ever,

too never,

will,

two bee

or

not two bean.

-Dementia DeSalvo (Unashamedly banned from, Poem 'Free' for 'All')