Lord of The Flies

Madness is tangible when you are left for dead

Through night and dark,
It looms out there. 
Watching, waiting;
That creature, that savagery,
Claiming all of our hearts, our minds. 
We lay stranded; broken and blind,
And wait, wait for the mirrical,
Wait for the mirage, to save us. 
The land is glittering and sun lit
In morning haze,
Yet crowded and known, 
It makes it's presence heard. 
A utopia by boys
Is a terror and tragedy to moral. 

Author's Note

I realize that I can't spell at all, please excuse my incompetence.
This was written for an assignment in school and I decided to share it. I hope you enjoy, and if you've read the book you'd know I am only so far, but I hoppe to read on sooner.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

The book was awesome and I really like your poem, hope to read another along the same lines.

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This is cool but honestly I have no idea what it is. Is it a terrible indescribable monster?