Hidden withdrawal
Into the chamber of dusk
Into the dwelling of dust
Under lampshades and blinds
Dusky and dull
Lie the soul
Lost
In the heart of a man
Without purpose nor life
Lie the words
Screaming to come fourth
But hopelessly sunk
In the abyss of his soul
Lost
Are the words he once found
The sentences once bound
To his life
Former to his strife
And to his pain
Now he dwells
Among all forgotten shells
Of past fate
Lost
Wandering thoughts
Dulling into dust
He wonders how
He ever came
To be lost
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
Hidden withdrawal
Into the chamber of dusk
Into the dwelling of dust
Under lampshades and blinds
Dusky and dull
Lie the soul
Lost
In the heart of a man
Without purpose nor life
Lie the words
Screaming to come fourth
But hopelessly sunk
In the abyss of his soul
Lost
Are the words he once found
The sentences once bound
To his life
Former to his strife
And to his pain
Now he dwells
Among all forgotten shells
Of past fate
Lost
Wandering thoughts
Dulling into dust
He wonders how
He ever came
To be lost
Request permission to use this poem