Seeking the Quest of
Nothingness
time continues like a river what was here
is just as suddenly
gone i will not pass this way again the year ends
the year begins is
it necessary to take inventory
or are all losses marked in red empty spaces holes
that seem black
long stretches of nothingness like water will
life fill the spaces push and shove
for its' share of
attention still... having lived most of my life
i know nothing so
many questions unanswered you have said
it is not too
late perhaps it is the falls are ahead
i rush toward
them the journey over for me end of life stands still
i know only the
quiet after ear splitting quiet the story complete
December 31, 2016
1 comment:
I resonate so much with this poem, my friend, especially the "quiet after", the shortening days ahead.........we must make each one count.
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