No trace
I am nothing
I am empty space
When my ashes are burnt
There will be no trace
Every word that i spoke
Adrift on the wind
Every memory evoked
consigned to the bin
Every decision of pain
What value, what worth
Every tear that i shed
Soaked up by the earth
Just a book on the shelf
Left open unread
It's time to retire
to my dark crimson bed
I'm nothing
I'm empty
Just an empty space.
But then i recall
the smile that she gave
I think it can wait
the stone on my grave ;-)
© Rik - 02/02/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 22:13
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