In the void, I find solace
And solace never void.
Empty, boundless, flooding
Potential to be toyed.
The rush of life is silent
Thoughts halted in their flow.
All but a hollow drip.
Persistent leaks echo.
But all the world is mine to see
In the rustle of a pen.
All the moments in between
The who, what, and when.
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2 comments:
I love this one! Especially the last quatrain. It's really cool how you show life from a writer's point of view, with all the different ways to imagine it. Great job!!
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing your blog with me.
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