Alone, there is no silence when alone
I will not talk to you, there is no peace,
I sold my spirit for a heart of stone
My screaming soul seethes and it will not cease
And emptiness, the thoughtlessness of night
Descending spreads its cloak for me to drowse
In dreaming galaxies’ unearthly light
As pale as the lost past which they arouse.
There is no memory, there is no pain
In dying visions of the cracking rock
Falling in dust and splinters yet again
Till numb oblivion: the black block.
1992 (?)
Posted by gledwoodpoet
at 10:23 PM GMT
