This weeks poem is picked from my poetry collection last year called “A lifecycle in Nihighnigma” http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GJVAHY8/ref=cm_sw_su_dp

The poem is called “Point of No return” and represent the world in its last weeks of battle for existence

Point of no return

As I stand there I realize the stares
I see the grey men and Halflings
Joint together in a beautiful bond
Almost like the white ribbon finally tied to something
The rhythm of their march is so rhythmic
Yet awfully penetrating at the same time
As they move out of sync
Lifeless
Somewhat forward
I see the loss of progression in each step
The lack of goals
Lust and will for catharsis
Creates a heavy mist in front of them
If Aristotle ever existed here
He would have laughed
Then cried
This is past and future in a joint crash with the present
NOW
Where actions seem helpless to the mass
And the only hope to cling to for the few
This is the last battle
They are all going to die
As they fight under the moon
To reunite with their sun
I bow down to the horizon
And speak to dawn
Ready
Light
Paradigm

Espen