we can feel as hollow as termite-infested wood at times


Empty


Eyes that flicker, and the screen follows.
The abyss extends infinitely,
Through the glass and pixels
Through the never-ending black
Into chambers of hot air and disappointment.

Burning the midnight oil,
Not in the company of a few good men,
Or even anyone at all anymore.
But the bundle of fur still lays at my feet
As I creak the wooden plank open

Cryogenically motionless,
There is nothing worth snapping for
So here I stay, floating through
Time and space abstract-like,
In the land of the zombies
And the dead crashing into the undead.

I can hardly feel movement within my skin
Perhaps the oil of hope has leaked out
Of course, it is the most perilous contraction
But still the void grows,
And neither words nor pictures come to mind,
Just the promise of eternity waiting to fail expectation.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-10-03 at 10:11

Tags Failure  Emptiness 

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This is when you need your faith!!!
2006-10-03