NothingA Poem by Solitary TravelerI've no real title for this as I've just written it, but please feel free to suggest one.Twisting, churning, sitting in this chair Look out the window, there's light out there Yearning and need, weapons of war Used like hammers, retreat from the pain.
Twisted sheets, soft pillow under my head Might as well be stone, empty as the dirt No words flow, nothing created, wasted Dreams not shared, empty and hollow.
An endless sea of time, black and roiling Before me, behind me, around me, within The docks twist beneath, darkness abounds A nightmare landscape that drinks the light away.
The ferryman awaits his coin, small and golden Between my nightmares, and my dreams Happy thoughts, the coin of the darkness I've spent them all just to get here.
I have nothing left.
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Added on December 5, 2013Last Updated on December 5, 2013 AuthorSolitary TravelerHalifax, Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutStill learning to write, but caught the bug just over two years ago. It helped me to express myself through the worst time in my life, but not sure if I stayed sane. more..Writing
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