PURE HORROR

• 55.3 million people die each year
• 151,600 people die each day
• 6,316 people die each hour
• 105 people die each minute
• Nearly two people die each second

But how many are born each second? Which is the biggest horror?

an impression of the world
stands before me
Left is right, and right is wrong,
and the mirror reflects a melancholy song.

i the mirror
not
the babbling brook,
or
the rippled river
whose images tell harmless lies.

i
the mirror,
who was once held in the
weak, shivering, hands of a life nearing its end
now lay
on broken, crushed bones, crumbs
and i
one thousand shards
the cracks
the jaded moments of my life.

i
an unintended semblance in the raging waters
crashing against the killing rocks of the rushing falls.

never utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"

the serpent swallows the swollen cow,
swallowed - the farmer's wife,
swallowed - her son,
swallowed - the thorny toad,
the black widow spider devours them all!


i the empty frame
the bits and bites of carpenter ants.

my world
a perverse facade
of
what should of been
of
what
is
of
what
was

or of
what? WHAT?
less?
i guess.

NEVER utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"

whose voice
will bring me peace,
whose rapier
will deliver me,

who will
burn my body whole
or
dig me a deep hole
or
throw me void of soul

into

the waters of the screaming ocean
who herself dies a slow painful death.

dutch1898 wrote: But how many are born each second? Which is the biggest horror?

131.4 million births per year
• 360,000 births per day
• 15,000 births each hour
• 250 births each minute
• Four births each second of every day


Result .......Birth rate is bigger horror [ near 80 million a year more births than dead ]

luckypshah wrote: an impression of the world
stands before me
Left is right, and right is wrong,
and the mirror reflects a melancholy song.

i the mirror
not
the babbling brook,
or
the rippled river
whose images tell harmless lies.

i
the mirror,
who was once held in the
weak, shivering, hands of a life nearing its end
now lay
on broken, crushed bones, crumbs
and i
one thousand shards
the cracks
the jaded moments of my life.

i
an unintended semblance in the raging waters
crashing against the killing rocks of the rushing falls.

never utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"

the serpent swallows the swollen cow,
swallowed - the farmer's wife,
swallowed - her son,
swallowed - the thorny toad,
the black widow spider devours them all!


i the empty frame
the bits and bites of carpenter ants.

my world
a perverse facade
of
what should of been
of
what
is
of
what
was

or of
what? WHAT?
less?
i guess.

NEVER utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"

whose voice
will bring me peace,
whose rapier
will deliver me,

who will
burn my body whole
or
dig me a deep hole
or
throw me void of soul

into

the waters of the screaming ocean
who herself dies a slow painful death.

Our very own Clixsense poet.

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