Languidness Comments

you bare the angst of modernity sans emotions languageless aimless paper talk..

Excellent poem. Sadly, true. Profound thoughts constructed and shared by you. There is a canyon of desolation that I feel, at times. I use a rusty trowel to excavate ash and bone after falling trying to climb out. I reach a little higher each time, yet looking up, the canyon wall seems to rise barely perceptively, but I know it is. I hope this comment is not unwelcome or growing green and fuzzy. Cyrina