I sit in the dark,
Surrounded by distant noise,
Echoes of dead men.
In fields of grey ash,
Of broken glass and stained dreams,
Made by broken men.
I turn to dim light,
I drown in periphery,
I sing to deaf men.
This concerns you not,
My quarry is not your own,
Discard heavy task,
Ascend to vast planes untouched,
By all these silent, dead men.
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
I sit in the dark,
Surrounded by distant noise,
Echoes of dead men.
In fields of grey ash,
Of broken glass and stained dreams,
Made by broken men.
I turn to dim light,
I drown in periphery,
I sing to deaf men.
This concerns you not,
My quarry is not your own,
Discard heavy task,
Ascend to vast planes untouched,
By all these silent, dead men.
I'm eager to find a collaborator for a haiku series, if anyone is interested :)
