Empty

In this wasteland i scream,

no on around for miles.

silence.

and birds pecking at flesh.

My mind is a wasteland,

my body the rotting shell.

am i afraid of dying?

I gladly welcome hell.

hours and seasons change,

while here I stay,

never to move.

I'm in a place with no saving grace.

Where the thirst of life is no longer,

and food of thought has no nourishment.

Dwindling away as the sands beside me.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

this was marvelous! I loved it, and that line

I gladly welcome hell

so brave of you! Awesome

[Quinn W]

I swear I sit in silence after I read all of your writings. It's amazing how you can make me speechless not only physically but mentally. It takes real talent to do so. Amazing, really.