Empty

There is no light
or dark here,
just faceless meaning
washed in monotony.

Utter clarity
trickles and weeps,
falling down
porcelain skin.

Without cold
or air,
deplete and barren,
echoes die--

A virgin ascension
to heights of non existence,
mundane
yet ethereal.

No feeling at all,
no will,
no meaning,
just a ceiling

emptied of stars.






Poetry by intothehaze
Read 1434 times
Written on 2005-08-05 at 22:33

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Commentally Ill
porcelain. i keep thinking of praying to the porcelain gods. that WOULD achieve the final effect of "empty." ha.
2005-08-07


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
this is so sad - i have this imagery in my mind now of just sat there looking out of the window as tears flow down cheeks, watching the world turn.
2005-08-05