Take me to the chasms
of beasts and the unwanted
let me walk among the lost
in the great confusion
the unknown.
Waiting for the wave
to fade us away
hand in hand we wait
as the wave grows hungry
swallowing the sky
the sun will be consumed
and the water will claim its throne
the children play
while skeletons lay
as we all wait for the day
where the lost will become found
and the beasts will shed their skin
stop. Rinse. Repeat.
A poem by Lauren Ewing