What seemed to be a moment
was a torrent or a river
that flows ceaselessly
releasing me from the bondage of knowledge.

Time implodes again
and fraternization between patients
is another means
of containment
in the spirit.
Can you hear it? Silence.

When all the fans are off;
the halls are narrow.
And all thoughts now
are focused on the rustling
of a still and saturated nature though
quite hated for so long.

Empty is the chamber
and blame is just a word
that churns the embers of an anger
that does not involve the stranger.

Yet eyes peer, now gazing,
and appear with no fear
grazing on some lines that pen
themselves away
just fine inside a little book.

When the moment dries up
like the lever
they ogle over, as you toggle with it,
trying to be clever,
you remember -
that it doesn't matter anyways;
the room is just another temple
emptied for the the shallow and the strays.

I love your writing!

Awww... Thanks.

Nice write C

I it. As usual.

Awesome!!

might be my favorite of yours, i dont know they all are cool
deep,symbolic yet more...

Well done

Your writing makes me hungry!!

And....


Thats a good thing!!!



Tammy

Empty to one room, the silence of gloom, this voice-less tomb.


Nice write man...