November
The chill is in the air and the numbness inside
The world is all around, the emptiness within
The silence hums through,the echo inside
The voices drone on , the resonance within
All seem a farce,
All seems waste
Nothings is right
Nothing is wrong
Everything is.
So why do we think
So why do we care
There is no difference
For now or ere.
The world is all around, the emptiness within
The silence hums through,the echo inside
The voices drone on , the resonance within
All seem a farce,
All seems waste
Nothings is right
Nothing is wrong
Everything is.
So why do we think
So why do we care
There is no difference
For now or ere.
posted by Heidi at
7:05 AM
4 Comments:
"The world is all around, the emptiness within"...beautifully said. You write very well. Also, you have a very nice blog.
Keep them coming...
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Anonymous, at 2:10 PM
Well thats an another beauty....wondering is it the season which brings the poet out or just the emotions...you are the new era poet..summing it all...much better than I can think of! Keep thy good work :-)
By
D, at 6:16 AM
Yes yes yes....
Very true and very well illustrated.
By
boogersdelhidiaries, at 7:49 AM
it seriously makes no difference to me these days.... ur poem is beautiful... but I prove my point by becoming to numb to feelings, that i dint read ur work. sorry if Im rude, but yup, see makes no diff... :|
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Anonymous, at 2:43 PM
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