Solitude In Wisdom

The day is without reach,

scattered like despairing dew drops.

Reaching out and barely grazing your desire...

instead catching lumps of anticipation.

Bringing forth emptiness from the folds of existence. 

Hope consumes the functions of my body, pushing

it to its outer limits.

Only to graze that fantastic desire of necessity.

Author's Note

I wrote this one recently, please tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Rio-Seth]

Dark but effective, has a great ending

[FadingMiracles]

Thank you so much for the review I truly appreciate it.