1000 Words and Feelings (on humanity)

By Robyn Schreiber
AKA Robyn Eggs

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Stanza 1

As humans, we struggle
We miss the match
At last we huddle
Against the roads that crash
Against one another
We stay true
What was it like,
We wonder, to see the sky blue?
Was it all puffy clouds?
Or was nothing ever new?

Were there sounds?
Were they like something we never knew?
And so we try to replicate them
As we tap our shoes,
Us humans do…

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Stanza 2

The tapping of the shoes
Rings true through the halls
Of the cave-like fortress
Where we hide in duress, against walls
Now moaning ensues
Like the sounds of the wind
Straight from the gut
We humans sing about terror and sin
As we’re stuffed in a barrel
Like sardines in a tin

Were there sounds?
Were they like something we never knew?
And so we try to replicate them
As we tap our shoes,
Us humans do…

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Stanza 3

Let us pray the storm will pass
Let us pray that the apocalypse
Won’t last past another generation
We need to escape this barrel, this ellipse
Another generation won’t stand for it
We’ll have to peek our heads outside
But the last person to give it the slip
Never came back to give us a ride
And so I know that I am not the only one
Who thinks of how to escape, here inside

Was there light?
Was there something new to see?
And so we try to imagine them
As we close our eyes to see
What kind of humans we could be…

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Stanza 4

The human struggle is all
But might and worth
Those two things
We can toss aside, in this sea of mirth
Each is watching the other
And for this we cannot blame
The deeds of one another
Inside this cave – they bear no shame
If only I could cum again
But when we’re the same, there is no flame

Was there light?
Was there something new to see?
And so we try to imagine them
As we close our eyes to see
What kind of humans we could be…

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Stanza 5

The only light came from the fire
Yet, there was no need to be near
We found that it could be imitated
By phosphorous, it was clear
The fortress was lined with it
From a time long ago
And we humans lie affected by it
On the floors of the bordello
Like so many sheep in a pen
We lie about everywhere, like jello

Was there a smell of outside?
Could we try to find it that way?
Always searching for a breath of freshness,
As we wend along the way -
All we know is the smell of decay…

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Stanza 6

The tapping shoes mingle here and there
With the moans, the coos,
And the dirty underwear
Years and years of rags were used
Made into tents and stuff,
Burned up or covered in blood
Some of the rags made it into the walls
To stuff the holes that came from mud
But everywhere teemed humans
Hard, like the crust of the Earth, covered in crud

Was there a smell of outside?
Could we try to find it that way?
Always searching for a breath of freshness,
As we wend along the way -
All we know is the smell of decay…

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Stanza 7

Yet, still you will find
An occasional human
In need of a hug
Like so many ruins
Time will never let us up
Will we always be in need of touch?
Will we always be human?
So soft, yet so tough
Will we find an opening?
And escape this den of lust?

Perhaps we will find again
The humans that left
Perhaps we will know the touch
Of something bereft
Of decay, of death…

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Stanza 8

Searching, searching
One over the other
We trample each other blandly
In the dark sea of cover
In this cave, so lacking in wonder
Petroglyphs rest high above, on jutting rocks
Revealing how far down we have come
Now that the water has all been draught
We are searching for a part of ourselves
That has been eroded over time and lost

Perhaps we will find again
The humans that left
Perhaps we will know the touch
Of something bereft
Of decay, of death…

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Stanza 9

And words mingle,
In the breath of passers by
Someone is standing next to me,
I did not notice until they said Hi
Hi, have you seen a way out yet?
They mutter to me lightly as if there was one
As if we hadn’t given up after the fall
Such a great shaking and the entrance was undone
Generations ago
Yet we forget like there never was one

Were there beasts to taste?
Like the ones painted on the ceiling?
I give myself up to the imagining,
My tongue is flooding with feeling,
And how, if so, what a rock I’d be wielding…

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Stanza 10

As humans, we hunger
In a collective
We share what we find,
Which is subjective
Some days, fat little rodents
Will lose their ways in the dark
Only to be eaten,
Roasted over fire and spark
Sometimes an insect
Or worse, can be found in the dark

Were there beasts to taste?
Like the ones painted on the ceiling?
I give myself up to the imagining,
My tongue is flooding with feeling,
And how, if so, what a rock I’d be wielding…

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Stanza 11 (Final Stanza)

Someone’s done it
They’ve found us, no way!
Calls in the deep, give away what’s happening
I hear their words ricochet
“We’ve found you,” they call
I hear the others start to awaken
Sounds like they are amassing,
Standing up, suddenly shaken
They die down, getting distant,
From a dream, I waken

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Additional Ending

Will we wish for escape?
Even generations from now?
Will the feeling ever fade?
That we were once outside, and how -
How we got in here?
How did we become a crowd?

Humanity is slipping
But ever seems to hold its grasp
Over me and the humans
Trapped inside this mountain gap
Together the nonsensity
Has lasted
Eternally
It’s crass
And will remain burning,
Forever
In infinity,
An inferno,
Blazing bright
Like demons
Held without light
In fright
Clinging to one another
Wishing for flight

• Original Poem by Robyn Eggs
  (2nd) Release on Steemit.com

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Copyright September 20, 2018. Robyn Schreiber AKA Robyn Eggs. All Rights Reserved.

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