A blind future, a void that is just not there
a blind future
eclipsed not by
mere darkness
but a void
that is just
not there.
I think coldly
so inescapable
molten memories
forged by the
hammer of death
will not
burn so deep
within my
prison of grief
as to touch
any feelings.
I hear echoes
of vision, hope,
and laughter,
they are sullied,
mute, and dull.
I walk through
waves of emptiness,
deeper than any
numbness of body,
amidst urban canyons
of granite and steel,
where glazed glass eyes,
reflect refuge
in obscurity.
Within that madness,
moments of lucidity,
and transformation,
to curse the mallet
dreams awaken in the night,
praying to be free.
Poetry by Bruce Sommer
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 11:53
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The Abyss
I stand beforea blind future
eclipsed not by
mere darkness
but a void
that is just
not there.
I think coldly
so inescapable
molten memories
forged by the
hammer of death
will not
burn so deep
within my
prison of grief
as to touch
any feelings.
I hear echoes
of vision, hope,
and laughter,
they are sullied,
mute, and dull.
I walk through
waves of emptiness,
deeper than any
numbness of body,
amidst urban canyons
of granite and steel,
where glazed glass eyes,
reflect refuge
in obscurity.
Within that madness,
moments of lucidity,
and transformation,
to curse the mallet
dreams awaken in the night,
praying to be free.
Poetry by Bruce Sommer
Read 1179 times
Written on 2006-09-22 at 11:53
Tags Dark  Death  Madness 
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