All the lines
running
in my head
are stiff -
I am dead,
there is
nothing left;
only pain
remains; only
nothingness
of empty
moments
marching on –
this moment
following the
previous one
as the next one
comes chasing on
still I sit
in nothingness
a prisoner of
time and place
still the quiet
and uncertainty
change not a bit
the abysmal fear
of finding not
stops the quest
ere it is begun
I’ll not try
to sing or be
today – I’m
dead, caught
in limbo
I’ll let you
know when I’m
up and running
again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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