dull

I marvel at the days
when I got by without whiteness,
without this transparent
worn-thin hope
I now ingest.



I wish for an answer
to this
but
there
is
none.



O deliver me from
this emptiness,
this seemingly harmless
dullness.


I want to find another way
besides this
pay-as-you-go hell
(and surely you will pay)

this descent
into mercurous depths.







Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-10-16 at 16:09

Tags Depths  Dullness  Whiteness 

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