The Clique

sylviasearcher

 

They are everywhere she turns on empty streets and vacant greens
The Cliques.
They are grinning wide eyed and ready
To praise or scorn
What will please them?
The reflection of themselves
A thousand times?
Again.
Again.
Again.

A secret
Binds

Unwritten
Divides

Truth
Denies

Belonging
Blinds

They fill her empty head with noise and spit invisible poison across her vacant circle
The Cliques.
Are they grinning wide eyed and ready
To belong or be alone
What will please them?
The illusion of themselves
A thousand generations?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Human Destiny
In?
Or
Out?

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2020 03:25
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Comments4

  • Neville

    Your opening line says it all.. Nice one 🙂

    Neville

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Neville

      Should I delete All the subsequent lines?

      • Neville


        I would keep them in personally..

      • 2 more comments

      • Fay Slimm.

        You sum up cliques so well in this outing of reasons for social divides and separation of Me and Them........ an interesting form and style too Sylvia .

        • sylviasearcher

          Well I wasn’t sure if I was going to write a story or a poem today.

          Thanks for reading 😊

        • peto

          Out
          Everyone in a clique wishes they could be an individual
          Like your good self
          My clique is nodding in agreement
          This time lol

          • sylviasearcher

            Well thanks for your approval!

            You know the outsider longs for that as much as those inside..

            Maybe

            • peto

              Hope not
              But
              Maybe

            • Goldfinch60

              Those cliques only want things for themselves and do not care for others.

              Andy

              • sylviasearcher

                But is that a part of the human condition? Self interest? The need to belong?



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