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☾ A Hollow Existence ☽
one day you will find a letter
a crumpled piece of tattered parchment
stained with the tears and blood
that flow freely from my soul
i have given in
to losing all hope
i have surrendered all
to the cruel hands of time
it is so hard to see
the face that looks back at me
a mirrored image of aging time
draining the youth from flesh and eyes
at times it is so hard to understand
the darkness that is killing me
a slow captivating death
collapsing my vitality
my hands have lost their substance
my pen has lost its flow
my words slowly lose meaning
reshaped and discarded before my eyes
i am always shaking
thinning as my bones begin to show
i have entered a calming numbing sensation
as i slowly fade from the light of day
a crumpled piece of tattered parchment
stained with the tears and blood
that flow freely from my soul
i have given in
to losing all hope
i have surrendered all
to the cruel hands of time
it is so hard to see
the face that looks back at me
a mirrored image of aging time
draining the youth from flesh and eyes
at times it is so hard to understand
the darkness that is killing me
a slow captivating death
collapsing my vitality
my hands have lost their substance
my pen has lost its flow
my words slowly lose meaning
reshaped and discarded before my eyes
i am always shaking
thinning as my bones begin to show
i have entered a calming numbing sensation
as i slowly fade from the light of day
Published 18th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
18th Feb 2013 10:18pm
Lovely way that you've used to denote sensations .....and ..........s l o w.....suffering here.
Love it, man!
Please do keep penning.
Thanks for sharing ;-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
Love it, man!
Please do keep penning.
Thanks for sharing ;-)
Cheers
Tidespotter
19th Feb 2013 1:22am
time moves quickly, but the haunted angel in this poem moves quicker toward utter demise. its brutality makes it a little uncomfortable to read...
One of the saddest poems i've ever read. so intune with despair.
it is at times like this that i hope poems are merely fiction.
Find light. There is light.
it is at times like this that i hope poems are merely fiction.
Find light. There is light.
