As usual I'm left behind
In the coldness and stillness and darkness of the night
Though it isn't dark, isn't still, and isn't quiet
Life seems nothing more than a fateful nightmare that may never end
No light to guid my footsteps and no food to feed the hungry soul
So much is nothing but imagination and fear
And everything that is imagination and fear
Is everything that is the completion to life
Everything that moves is still and everything thats still moves
Now that the world is empty
Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:45 pm
shane
Joined: 11 Aug 2004
Posts: 63
emptiness is a state, a phase. i felt that way too, not too long ago. and sometimes, now. your poem reminds me of that and makes a picture of that state, that like a corridor, we sometimes get to walk alone. _________________ it just is...
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