Alas

Decimation fills the sky the end is nye no reality checks no lullaby...exempt the little horse fly that opens his eyes to the prize...a prize so defined that it can't be seen with the naked eye...the end is nye a time to live a time to die...I wrote this poem to open up your eyes to why the little horse fly had to die...sticks and stones,lack of love or kidney stones...maybe he felt all alone with no way to return home...so broken,so lost,so camouflaged....all he ever wanted was some love but alas it was for not.