Sitting amongst the wreckage of ruin,
an invisible man in the dark.
A void into the distance,
an empty nothingness...sitting.
He is vapor,
mist,
an entity of lost and never found.
Apathy and no direction.
A nauseating view of nothingness,
a full view of empty.
A cup full of shallow.
A lackluster existance,
only equalled by sheer stupidity
and vapid discussions of chatter with no solid.
Better to be mute,
then water with no flow.
Silence a gift to ones with nothing to say.
©2010∞Copperhead
sharp witt....wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks David. Went out this weekend to some clubs, looked around and saw a lot of nothing and a great deal of shallow. Sad way to get inspired, but it's my interpretation of what I see.
ReplyDeleteVery well crafted..!!
ReplyDeletekeep Writing My Dear.. :)
Thank you again, Olivia.
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