Friday, October 13, 2006

the last disappointment

i have nothing left to contribute
in a world of perpetual solitude
words are perpetual reformations
of the same letters
again and again
i write
with no meaning at all
despite that nothing is heard
there is only the passing of words
as a breath, a sigh
no more shall i
give in to the empty breeze
shadows of the heart


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