(92) Writing Within The Void

The clock has stopped ticking

The hands have at last, stopped flickering

Time has suddenly ceased to be

The stars are gone, space is empty



The flowers have at last, stopped growing

Knowledge has decided to stop knowing

Man kind has faded out the window

Finally played in the final show



God has giving up being the game show host

He has gone away with the Holy Ghost

Nothing is left, everything has been destroyed

Only me here, still writing within the void



copyright Chris Smith May 22nd 2009

Reviews

[Kathryn]

The meaning is utterly beautiful in this, and although I can see the meaning you were getting at, I couldn't help but be reminded of my own dark moods when I am writing. For all I know, th world could have ended completely outside, but I would nevr stop typing furiously. I'm not sure if you meant it to have that effect, but it really did remind my of that. Well done, this is another masterpiece :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

brilliant my friend

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokhar..]

You reminded me of the moment when I was fantasizing "The Verse". Same thoughts floated within me. It's an awesome poem. Your poems are worth-reading. They are phenomenal :).

[Pollyanna]

We need to face our dark, in order to embrace our light.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the tragedy of us summed up within the ink of a poet's quill~ beautiful haunting poetic~

[Sukriti Suki]

Nice one...it comes together beautifully...the flow is perfect..A real good one.

[Christie Moses]

this unraveled dramatically in my mind, like a film. I really liked it.

[Fabric Pulse]

Haunting. Embraced. Devoured.

[Althelia Marie Caine]

Beautifully written and I love the imagery.

[Sel Whiteley]

Another filmic post-apolycalptic vision with a strong focus on time. Great poem, well-done.