a blinking idea,
a shimmering desire..
all collapse at an exhausted hope.
perplexed tear, fails to fall..
intruding faith..immobile.
at a standstill i hear a call..
faintly familiar,
utterly distinct.
I regain vision,blinded by self.
I see nothing..
and nothing sees me.
Dark and damp
like tis cold feeling..
am flushed in tommorrow,
in the less known
in the more unknown.
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2 comments:
exhausted hope.
i wonder how many of us are facing it and how many more years would it take to have a smile accompanying the acceptance of what is and what was.
Blank, in my opinion is the end of the world and the beginning of the universe. Its one place between the finish line and the start. which way you are headed, is your choice.
Very well written. Made me imagine the no man's land.
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