leftovers

by R.Crusoe 4 Replies latest jw friends

  • R.Crusoe
    R.Crusoe

    Imaginary chasms

    Grey and noiseless

    Empty out my poisons

    Soul floats high on no thought

    Feelings gone, destroyed

    Hours pass like minutes of a silence

    Life from deep down isn't any longer

    Tears flow no expression greets them

    head nods clockwork knowing nothing

    emptiness fills every cell till rushing

    feelings die and rise till molten puddles

    drain away in caverns way below me

    Wasted lives smashed unplayed on the lifepod

    mindfonts write their hurts in ink splashed memory

    Of plans that all too soon were dashed and crumbled

    And where am I to go, a thousandth question

    I ask myself whirling in my head

    And echoed in my empty chasms calling

    Where am I to go???????????

  • willdabeerman
    willdabeerman

    to the store for more booze?

  • erandir
    erandir

    mmm...leftovers. that reminds me...i have some pizza in the fridge.

    That "Where am I to go?" reminds me of what the elders tell doubting ones to try to keep them coming to the meetings.

  • R.Crusoe
    R.Crusoe

    It is truth and I was in that moment!

    Whether it was to be understood never once crossed my mind!

  • SPAZnik
    SPAZnik

    you were there,

    why did you ask where to go?

    ...

    do what you know...

    yes, you do.

    (nice work, thank you for sharing!)

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