Open Poetry #47 |
A tragedy complete |
tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
A vessel empty, devoid of though, nothing gained, nothing sought. Drained of happiness, without a care. Except from sadness, except from dis pare. Never distraught, forever sublime; completely enthralled by the ravages of time. Always alone, but oblivious throughout, never suffering the pangs of doubt. Empty, alone, without and within; never a beginning, never an end. To lead such a life, weary to the bone; drained of all relevance, unable to condone. Never to reach out, except, to embrace pain, ravaged by anguish again and again. Flails still falling, souls shredded now; always keep going, not comprehending how. Devoid of all or work to transcend, a life to destroy or a life to defend. To drift within, or tangle without; silently screaming, full of doubt. Trembling visibly, coursing with fire; sinking seductively, drowning in desire. Languishing in dissolution, gasping for air; trying to keep moving, why even care. From beginning to end, learning to cope; lashing out blindly, hoping against hope! |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I think we all have felt this way at some point in our lives. |
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tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
well it seemed to be a way of life for me, then something changed. I wonder what that was. |
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