Canvas towers of black paint the horizon
There is no way out
There is no way out
Turrets of stone in windswept hues
There is no way out
There is no way out
A blanket of stars, black as pitch
There is no way out
There is no way out
Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever
There is no way out
There is no way out
Kevin Parish 
Wow that IS dark! It reminds me of a nightmare I had years ago where I was adrift in quicksand (too thin to stand on, too thick to swim in) unable to breathe, buried in darkness, and drowning is a profound sadness, wondering why I was there. I think the Lord was giving me a taste of what death would be like to the lost, lest I forget or get lazy about sharing the gospel with them.
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Oh, that quicksand that won’t let go… I do understand that so well! Yes! I think we are prepared in so many ways, and to recognize it is in itself a blessing, even if it seems scary! Thank you for stopping by! I hope my creative juices keep flowing… I’ve missed the last few months! Bless you, always!
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Blessings to you, too, Kevin.
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I just watched the news; your poem is pretty much my response to it.
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Hahaha…
We pretty much quit watching the news except for the weather forecast, which we should probably stop watching too, since it’s usually wrong… ;-)))
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I’m afraid not to watch the news, that if I’m uninformed, I’ll be even more vulnerable.
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I understand… I don’t honestly believe there is any news anymore… just opinion. Ours lives are better without all the vitriol…
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