top of my head


Canvas

Staring at this canvas for too long
To spell out the words
Paint out the picture
Sing out the song
Purposeless existence
In this state of transience
Flicker of a flame
Whisper of a name
None of real meaning to me
Just this blank canvas with nothing to see

Nothing to admire
Just this world to flee
Traversing quiet corridors
dead of night
But nothing to fear
I don't know why
I felt that high
But I liked it
And now it's gone
Just this blank canvas all along




Poetry by Hasani
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 21:47

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