On tomorrow's horizon.

The incoming unison,

marching feet

decide.. his existence.

Hounds of misery

hot on his tail;

multi-nationals call cull,

invade.

Staring at embers

he leaves the office

all traces of thoughts, his

emptied.

Silent surrounds

replaced by the new

hunger ensures

on tomorrow's horizon.

Reviews

[Bear]

I really like the sound of this but I don't understand what it is talking about, it's to cryptic me I'm sorry to say :~)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Bear, was about company's heavy weights that march you off the premises when they sack you or you are redundant. lol

[Bear]

I had an image in my mind of people marching like cattle except for one going to opposite way so I was close :~)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, where i went with this...someone brainwashed to become a terrorist....becomes a totally different person from what he once was...

feels bored with his life...silent...meaningless, but now he feels there is meaning, twisted as it is.

i know i am probably way off...but the poem spoke to me how it did...

i really like this...one of my favorites by you, andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your great review. Yes I see parallels/ similarities with terrorists and I'm probably influenced by the tragic events of late in Paris seaping through my writes but this was mainly about being sacked or redundant in the workforce. :)

[Adam Adams]

Nice pen'd. You expressing things/the moments of your life (you see through eyes) in words well!

[andrew mitchell]

As always thanks so much Adams. I admire your work too!