Contemplation...

Just a slightly morbid poem. Subtle, and bittersweet.

Dreams elude me in this place,

They dance at the tip of my tongue

taunting me,

Echoing a chant of disdain

that I hold in my own heart.

I’ve now nothing but the sea at my feet

and the void at my back.

Nothing would be better.

       Nothing would be quite.

             “It’s nothing sweetie, I’ll be fine”.