Poem -

Gauntlet

Gauntlet

Gauntlet. 
From
birth to
death.
The gauntlet 
run.
Staying alive,
ancient
course
once
laid out.
Running
the gauntlet.
From
physical 
to mental
obstacles 
evolved.
Survival 
of the 
fittest,
once
obstacles 
defined.
Inundation.
Modernities
curse.
Inundation, 
smothered.
Smothered 
in information,
running 
harder to
keep up.
Never,
 ending
free flowing 
information.
Flooding,
smothering 
the mind,
crushing
the soul.
Flow 
accelerating
denser,
continuously
denser,
the gauntlet’s
state now!
Runaway
train the
course
has laid
out.
Look
into their
eyes,
humanity
losing
its mind,
its soul.
Flying
off the 
rails
civilization 
soon 
will be.
Best
turn off
the machines,
while
you still
can.
 

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Marion

Shooting myself right now John...😆😃
absolute truth in this...enjoyed x

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author
E.J. Waling

Don’t shoot. Just back away from the machine. 🥸

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author
Tony Taylor

Me Too!!.....gonna take the easy way and jump off of a building!! (smiles)......some excellent phrasing and thoughts running throughout this piece my friend!!.......Bravo!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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author
Greg Etsell

i love to watch that 
Tony lol lol we will 
sell tickets and sell 
peanuts and  popcorn
should be big trun out
olny kiding Tony lol lol

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author
E.J. Waling

🏢 🪂 safer way... 😀 Thank you for reading 

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author
Jill Tait

Pull that trigger.....BANG!!! 💙💕💙

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