Saturday, August 12, 2017

Still I Wait





















nothing speaks,
nothing moves,
broken words,
surrounded by lost
worlds of stagnation,
breeding just
outside this silent door,
stripped of dignity,
smothered in sorrow,
growing shadows cast upon
the wall;
nothing is true,
nothing has value;
liars, hypocrites,
false and fake,
vain and pretentious,
self-righteous posers,
smiles and knowing looks,
full of pompous ignorance,
floating flakes of mist,
gone before dusty feet
hit the ground;
I cannot speak of
days gone by,
I can only speak of here,
I can only speak of now,
there are better places,
there are mysteries unknown,
there is more than what
is showing;
still I wait,
still I wait;
but you never come;
there is nothing left,
there is nowhere else,
the absurdity leaves
everything else behind;
still I wait,
still I wait;
but you never come.
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