No Recognition
September 28, 2009
The lights go out,
the crowd is quiet,
no sound,
no recognition.
everything known has gone,
leaving empty space behind.
ceasing of thought,
sense of anything,
gone,
left for who knows how long.
never caring,
never looking,
just existing,
quietly existing in the shadows,
never covered with the warmth.
vacant,
absent,
and lonely.
wanting all to come back,
never feeling anything will return,
just a void of meaningless thoughts.
the collections of thoughts left,
left with the drops,
the drops not needed at the time they were shed,
but came out anyway,
leaving everything blank,
almost as if dead.
September 28, 2009
The lights go out,
the crowd is quiet,
no sound,
no recognition.
everything known has gone,
leaving empty space behind.
ceasing of thought,
sense of anything,
gone,
left for who knows how long.
never caring,
never looking,
just existing,
quietly existing in the shadows,
never covered with the warmth.
vacant,
absent,
and lonely.
wanting all to come back,
never feeling anything will return,
just a void of meaningless thoughts.
the collections of thoughts left,
left with the drops,
the drops not needed at the time they were shed,
but came out anyway,
leaving everything blank,
almost as if dead.
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