Stranded in the dark pitch black unpolluted by light
A glazed look but I find it comforting how we are blind to what we cannot see
In this nothingness we are everything we could ever be

Holding on to the air and breathing there's a breath that leaves me
Shaken at the thought that I'm comforted in fact
By this strange abyss my eyes don't see this eternal black

They said it should be cold here but I don't feel it
Said it should be empty I'm more at peace than I feel I'm allowed to feel
And they said it should have taken the life from me 

But it took a life for me to see this everything and nothing
Staring straight ahead I dared the dark to look back
And it did and I closed my eyes 

And nothing changed.


Anonymous | 28 June 2012 at 18:09

Too self indulgent

Anonymous | 28 June 2012 at 22:42

Beautiful! You write with a maturity that belies your age.

Sir Pök Déng | 30 June 2012 at 10:55

I envy your literature wit.

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