Dissolving
into the world of nothingness
pointless
existence unanswered
broken wings
and dreams dark
becoming
alien to the self.
Forgetting
my ways and being lost
imagination
resisting to spread wings
random
strokes grow wild
frozen mind
conceives emptiness.
Dark ink
spills on black canvas
feeling lost
in the game of words
remaining
motionless, confused
to go up or
to go down, forever.
Battle is
lost and weapons missed
dreams not
sprouting in tree of life
drowning into the depths all alone
leaving no
footprints on sands of time.
Josephs Cloud
it is rather a sad outlook, though quite well written.
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Thanks a lot dear Ann
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