Oh, whatever...

Oh, whatever...

A Poem by Hollow Man

Today, in this instant, our thoughts

are irrelevant to an ever-expanding

universe; our actions, insensible in

accord with raw human nature; our

dreary routine the death of poignant

love. And so it seems the day grows

 

longer as life comes closer to its finale

with moonlight lingered long after

daybreak. To think I was once a child,

bewildered by the simplest things.

© 2011 Hollow Man


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my~that one hurts and is felt to the distant edges of this life~

Posted 13 Years Ago


... a dream pang.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Time passes infinitely fast...we are but dust in the blink of time. It is unfathomable to me at times that I was a child just a blink ago...and had a baby...and blinked...now he has almost reached 10. I fear I will blink too much in the future. but take solace that I will return to the dust from which I came. Enjoy life because it is fast and fleeting. Great write! Very thoughtful HM!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Age steal too much from us. Best people remember to laugh and love daily. I watch my grandsons. I wish to have the joy and energy of celebrating the small things in a life. A excellent poem. Last line open the door for much thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Hollow Man
Hollow Man

Stafford, VA



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I was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..

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