All in vain

Fire fixing it’s destruction
Cancer injected with cancer as a cure
Vain struggles
The hand grasps only straw
Blade strikes only shadow

Quenching the fire
That no more damage is done
Cut the cancer out
To save the host

Bullets do not heal the sick
Tornadoes do not build homes
They do as they were meant
We do as we were meant

Perfectly flawed
The exhilaration of a vain struggle
Makes it no less vain

We came from the dirt
And so we shall leave
A bloody footprint in the mud
Final testament to our last moment

~Dakota Toney

Dakota Toney

I mainly write poetry or commentaries about the human condition or philosophical ideas. Please visit and follow my blog for more writings at


maskeddisguise · April 2, 2018 at 9:41 pm

Wonderful poem !

edis rune · April 3, 2018 at 2:14 am

Haunting, frightening, and a thrill to read!

Dakota Toney · April 21, 2018 at 12:55 pm

Thank you for your comments

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