Saturday, June 9, 2012

uncomunication

The silence reaches out from inside me
turning my head, dropping my eyes from your gaze
where I have already drowned.
and it is still then,
although doubt fills the empty space I once called Love;
Good and right and hopeless as only God can be. 

3 comments:

  1. there is this void that needs to be filled or it goes on consuming what is left of us

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  2. You can not have your void and fill it too, maybe consumption would be the best possible outcome. :)

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  3. I believe the void will be filled when we are ready to appreciate it, but sometimes I think I'll die first.

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