On the Terms...

On the terms of Dickinson
I'll try to write a poem
And though at times it seems I am
I'm really not alone
The shades of night surround us all
As darkness settles in
The monsters corner me once more
For I have done no sin
Lights flicker in the distance far
Lo, how far can it be?
However hard I seem to look
It echoes distantly
The cries of war, of love, of hate
Follow endlessly
There's no escape from them at all;
They live eternally
The skies bleed red, a color grand
As tears fall from the clouds
In triumph and defeat we stand
Through the screams so loud
Now drop the pen which you hold
The scratches made in ink
Close your eyes a final time;
Just forget to think
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