The Point
Whisper a child like prayer, spinning, out of control,
Talking to a God, who’s not there, no one is on patrol.
Standing alone, a shadow since birth, seeing no virtue or worth.
Struck down by a sharp, bolt from the sky.
What a remarkable way to agreeably die.
The very impetus meaning of why.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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