Mar 2013
I’m not in a good place; I have been trapped here for far too long.
This place is not bad. I’ve lived in bad, I’ve crawled half dead out of bad.
This is simply empty, a vast expanse of nothing.
An emptiness of spirit, an emptiness of emotion, an emptiness of soul,
I walk without end, no trace of a step to show where I’ve been.
Nothing around me changes that would suggest I am making any meaningful progress.
It just stays the same … no matter where I turn; no matter how far or fast I go
The silent void surrounds me with the same muted color, the same flat ground leading to a far of horizon of gray and brown.
(C) March 2013 Black Dragon Logo & Design
This place is not bad. I’ve lived in bad, I’ve crawled half dead out of bad.
This is simply empty, a vast expanse of nothing.
An emptiness of spirit, an emptiness of emotion, an emptiness of soul,
I walk without end, no trace of a step to show where I’ve been.
Nothing around me changes that would suggest I am making any meaningful progress.
It just stays the same … no matter where I turn; no matter how far or fast I go
The silent void surrounds me with the same muted color, the same flat ground leading to a far of horizon of gray and brown.
(C) March 2013 Black Dragon Logo & Design
I don't often do free style poetry; this poem just wrote itself.
