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I do not wish for emptiness
by Vikki OwensHowever vast the emptiness may seem,
the crawling darkness is not my kin, I have not
ushered forth an
invitation.
And yet here remains the lonesomeness,
the echoing hollow of my environment
and still another day stacked on another day,
a viscosity of
Nill. 06/05/2004 Posted on 06/05/2004
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/06/04 at 05:20 PM yes, living our yesterdays every day. |
| Posted by Lyss Copeland on 08/29/09 at 08:28 PM This is very evocative. Nobody asks to be sorrowful, but yet it's still a part of our lives, something we must endure day to day. |
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