the void of self

Monday, November 10, 2008

as I stretch across the divide
to grasp your hand,
the reality of society
weighs upon my soul...

the repetitiveness of it,
confounding the truth
and skewing the facts
until we're blind to it all.

my fingers cannot feel
your touch against
my skin,
as I sink further into

the void of myself.

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[Emily B]

masterful strokes

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wow-i like this as well...

"my fingers cannot feel
your touch against
my skin,
as I sink further into

the void of myself."

...a magnificent poem...

J:)