If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away---Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Empty as a Blank Wall: a poem by Leo Hartshorn
empty
as a blank wall
as stone silence
screaming of nothingness
alone
a sea of strange faces
sideways glances
unfamiliar patterns
depressed
throwing fists at the sky
staring at blank walls
feeding on sadness for dinner
hopeless
dreams slip through cracks
around the corner another corner
frozen possibilities for winter
lost
floating in a dark universe
cut loose from moorings
without an oar or compass
empty
as a blank wall
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