at the end... by Travis G Finborga date in time was a pure glimpse
the time when all things washed away
slates lined up before my eyes
all blank
at the end of my time
a glance over my shoulder revealed
dark corridors filled with
all the goodbyes i uttered
blank faces stare back
none recognize
while i yell
with no volume
empty sound
a lack of echo
silent i wail
as time expires 01/15/2010 Posted on 01/15/2010 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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Posted by V. Blake on 01/18/10 at 08:51 PM Very dark, and eerie on top of that. You've captured something here that I often strive for in my own work, and for that I commend you. :) |
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