Quiet Mysteries

Eugene S.

Spent
On the floor
Breathe

What is it
Existence
To be

Silence
All around
My breath

Look
Detritus
I see

Of all the things
That be
For me

None can know
Silence
As do I

None can touch
My place
Or know why

I live among
The detritus
Of my life

  • Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2022 06:37
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
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