drift&sink
This was the first poem i ever had the nerve to submit to an editor for review...i couldnt believe it when i found out that i was named poet of the month by http://tif.org

each has their own devastation
It's all disappeared
can you understand?
way too clear
when your heart is full
and someone empties the vessel
to clear the conscience afterwards
we listen to the voice of the others
yet our own pathos is received in vain
to drown our sorrows,
and try to drink them away
dance with strangers(and stranger things)
inhale toxic fumes of laughter
false happiness injected
the result could be fortunate
yet death would only intensify
our endless being
so we drift off into the void.......
darkeness.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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