No thoughts left
To think to
No place left
To run to
No place left
To turn to
No one left
To talk to
Nothing left
To count on
No safe place
To hide
No cars left
To drive
No bikes left
To ride
Too far To
Walk out
And where
Would I go ?
Now Daath awaits
In Mexico
No coin left
To pay the bills
I am sick
But I ain't ill
Behind me are
The wild hills
The sunlight races
Toward the void
The darkness appears
It makes no noise
I can not move
I am surrounded
Spun and shaky
Barely grounded
I feel light
A bit transparent
I feel electric
It is inherent
I sit and wait
For the setting sun
It is sad
And at the same time
Fun
I close my eyes
And I see red
Nothing left
To say
For me it is
The End of Days
Topanga Canyon. Sept. 2007
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2 comments:
Yikes. I get a sense of the emptiness here. And I can relate to it.
-Nicole
Hi Emilio,
Thanks for contributing to Little Lovin' Mondays. Please leave direct links next time. It makes it easier for readers to find your work and respond.
If this were mine, I'd lengthen the lines and not have the work so long down the page. I think lengthening the line would enhance the intensity of what you're saying because it would decrease the effort to scroll so rapidly.
What inspired the write? Any thoughts on expanding on the title?
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