BNWA Poem by Lorien BlackCan you hear that sound? Whispers, wind just playing in the dark Immense abyss, complete emptiness My brain... blank No baggage, intense relief No more falling, no more drift Hear the sound of nothing Sound of plain Taste of tasteless Smell of air? Friction of void, free passage, no end No past, future, notion of time Eternal youth No conflicts, preset trajectories Utopian belief A being, self sustained No need of acceptance Segregated lives A Brave New World At your feet at last Embrace it!
© 2011 Lorien Black |
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