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A void within a void
Will it ever answer me?
my call has yet to return with any news
heart starved for information
even an inkling
could fill
a void within a void.
hopess dreams.
never encounters.
the truth in our eyes.
the warmth of your presence.
Gone from me.
In a haunting violent twist
wrung from my arms
before I could grasp understanding
poisened into submission
a high price for that noose around your neck
mine not much cheaper either.
the days endlessly cold
and the colour drained
both of us noosed
on the ends of the same rope
and the knot a sign of infinity
yet also of teathered and locked
oh, what could have been
the stars within our reach
the universe humbled by the power of it!
what dreams could have lived.
Lucid and awake;
quietly still bracing
I can do nothing but wait...
no news,
not even an inkling.
nothing to fill
the void within a void.
I enjoyed this one. Karma
I enjoyed this one. Karma might be all of us' only real "best friend" maybe...even when it hurts. They say there is no such thing as a black hole....but I don't know if they considered the human opinion when it was said. According to the slit experiment we watch over ourselves... the question may be...who creates the void? ;-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "