The wilderness
The absolute emptiness.
Where cries are not heard
Prayers not answered.
In that solitude
I mused.
I miss
The orbital turn
And even if not,
I would spurn the helping hand
The kindly smiles.
Yes.
The wilderness was a walk of many miles.
Moses must have known it in a dream
An ending where no ending’s seen
Just the places where we all have been
A silence within the silent scream.
An eternity of pain
Without the rainbows end
No promise of gold
When we grow old.
No lease
When all your life’s been sold.
Just Awesome night
And the wilderness.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
The wilderness
The absolute emptiness.
Where cries are not heard
Prayers not answered.
In that solitude
I mused.
I miss
The orbital turn
And even if not,
I would spurn the helping hand
The kindly smiles.
Yes.
The wilderness was a walk of many miles.
Moses must have known it in a dream
An ending where no ending’s seen
Just the places where we all have been
A silence within the silent scream.
An eternity of pain
Without the rainbows end
No promise of gold
When we grow old.
No lease
When all your life’s been sold.
Just Awesome night
And the wilderness.
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