A Chain
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Quin Aylward, Grade 12, Seaford 6-12 School -
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Poetry
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2018
Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition
A chain. A cycle, eating away at it's own tail forever and ever
Yet still leads away to an empty end
Like phantoms in the wind, screaming over and over
Voices that may not even be there
Dreams that lie within the subconscious that tear away sleep
Nightmares that strike while we're still awake
Thoughts that sneak their way in, and sorrow they shall make
Unshaken by warmth of any kind, the cycle grows and grows
Wrapping around like plants next to garden sticks
Like moss on the buildings
Building up and up and over
All around, taking over
Leaving nothing to be found
Leaving but a shell