.
Ego
None of us
saw
what the world was coming to
we had ideas and even visions
but
nothing like the slap and roar of the end
children no longer born
women no longer loved
sea and sky no longer blue
earth, wood, and stone
falling
on every man so full of himself.
Bio:
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon.
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