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Bladewalkers

by Laura Doom

We are alike in so many ways:

breathe the same toxic air,
walk the same violent streets
talk the same dystopian trash
live the same dysfunctional lies

share a lack of empathy
that controverts humanity

and sleepwalk naked, side by side
through trauma's emotional void;

if we had friends
they would say
we were made
for each other.

If we were friends
we would find that amusing

but we are the future
where dissonance becomes us.

02/13/2021

Posted on 02/13/2021
Copyright © 2021 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/13/21 at 03:20 PM

WOW- Great, dark and haunting!! Great read!!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/13/21 at 04:32 PM

Love it!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/14/21 at 11:20 PM

Yes, does misery love company or just parallel the experience in the raucous crowd? How fitting this piece is for that group that wishes to overthrow but doesn't seem too interested in making positive changes.

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