Howling

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 25, 2019

Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitch 
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
Searching 
for others.
Primal 
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to know 
what’s
 out there.
Wanting to
know,
who’s listening?
Who’s 
listening to
the howl?
Who will 
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
Alone 
 in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!

 

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