Emptiness short poem

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The carcass lay on solid ground but no more a part of it as the future not yet found
A symbol of the wasteland on which nothing matters and even the winds do not make a sound
The driest and emptiest thoughts slip through my hands like the fine sand all around
Detached from society and all its comforts the grim reaper whispers time of which there are no bounds
Not lost nor aware of the mirage which is the temptation of hope for a new certainty maybe on higher grounds
Stillness makes me dizzy as no focus of a mad man can make me concentrate or figure a reality that hounds
To live or die is a terrible thing as feelings only hurt me and in death freedom seems possible as a carcass which neither is part of the earth or not yet found.

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Dark and sinister yet intriguing and moving, stirring the deeper levels of feelings. If emotional reaction was what you wanted from the reader then you certainly succeeded!!!


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