AT THE BOTTOM OF ETERNITY


I'm stuck in a room with worn out wallpapers,
with vagabonds and weary waiters.

Life leans in
takes a good look
and draws out.

Silence is peaceful
when joined with others.

And here I am,
at the bottom of eternity,
just as worn out as the wallpapers.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-10-21 at 21:23

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Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
are you a dreamer
because dreamer also don't control their dreams since you seems not to end your thoughts
i have the same problems, I try to watch them as a spectator in meditation
2025-04-17


Natalie
nice one
2008-10-29


Kathy Lockhart
your poetry is full of your soul and it feeds mine. bookmarked and applause
2008-10-22