Face In Void Poem by shokat habib

Stop, hold your mind still
Look into this face of void
Rivers of sadness are dry
Beds are ragged and cracked
Throb of faith have vanished
The dire state of nakedness stands
Before you, a nothing in nothingness
A man lost in the last loving light
A machine without purpose ambles on.
For a penny sold to darkness
Empty of respect, lost in shambles
Void of hope, and love and trust
Alone so very alone and unworthy
Am I, I am, what I should be
Surely the river somewhere must ripple
Yes somewhere it trickles on
With a distant rhythm, drip by drip
Am I a nothing, a stone without a song
Buried in a grave of empty cleverness
Proud in knowledge brain weaved a web.
So strong that it I ensnared light of life
What am I? Who am I? Why am I?
Am I what I was to be?
Being without.
A tasteless being
A throbbing nothing
A what.
A who.

shokat habib
12/27/2010