There is a blinking light atop

Highlighted through yellow.

The autopilot to be exact

On a road with not one single stop.

Worn and torn from the icy ground

Yet, one step leads closer

To a destination underground.

The physical body dragging its feet

Our energy is at a loss.

We see images of deceit,

So we topple over praying like sheep.

Does order need to be kept?

A question to be pondered

We want to be enlightened,

But we are scared for what lies in the depths.

This is my final statement, a true allegation.

Speak of your truth

The thoughts you tend to hide

Then look in the mirror,

And see the terror buried inside.

The prompts used for today’s poem: Order, Topple, and Allegation 

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