EmptinessA Poem by Arthur Russell
Life, the humdrum of daily existence toils on into nowhere above the external abyss of emptiness, blackness encroaches in with no notion of barriers set by God. The whole of makind is in free-fall with no safety net, and no hand to grasp. Illusions of the mind fall pitifully short of security, the only certainty is change, and the only consolation is death. Who could question the beauty, yet who could be blind of the anguish. The journey continues, alone.
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Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Author
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