Specks In Chaos
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Joaquin Ochoa, Grade 8, Penleigh & Essendon Grammar School
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Poetry
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2016
Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition
No colour, sound or feeling.
No form, logic, or hearing.
A seething mess and an awesome void.
Spawning such thing as a humanoid?
Why am I here?
When will it end?
The same questions asked
Again and again.
And my emotions, conceptual notions?
No place for them in this awful commotion.
Crawling on a rock
with a pace so fast.
Moving without purpose
in a place so vast.
Specks. Specks in eternity.