Empty Drift - Poem by Zen Bojczuk
Tonight I am feeling empty
Like something good has slipped away
Water through fingers.. something gone
Like something precious was lost today
Maybe just thinking of a half wasted life.
Things left undone. Fluid words not spoken,
and words that should not have been said.
Like part of my sprit has been broken.
One day is usually much like the next.
Once in a while, I have reason to smile,
But not tonight when all is gray or dark.
Just empty.. just quiet.. Drown in denial.
Oblivion, forgiveness, or sweet redemption?
Tonight it seems to matter not... just sleep.
Peaceful sleep. No thoughts. No pain. Drift.
Be still, for still waters run oh so deep.
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