The night is still, stars shining down
The silence deepens, the world drowns
A cold winter breeze begins to settle in
And at the center, he stands alone
His mind a wasteland, barren and dead
His thoughts encompass his emptiness and dread
A crowd of shadows engulf his entire being
A rock in the current of an emotionless sea
He stands like a statue against the cold
Waiting for something to happen, to unfold
He stands in a valley of darkening dusk
Inside his own mind of stories and books
Staring into the sky, at the twinkling flames of life
Meaningless thoughts swallow him, stabbing with a knife
Visions of an alternate future, obtaining greater heights
But instead, he stands, gazing at the sights
A mist suffocates the valley in fear
As he stands there, slowly he disappears
Soon he is invisible, like always before
And nobody notices, he is no more
A statue stands in an empty field, a hollow tormented soul
Someone who was ignored and forgotten, finally lost control
Soon overgrown, he is lost in a forest of endless regret
Still gazing at the stars, a sight he will never forget
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P.X. Vexxus (
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Comments3
A marvelous poem. Thank you for sharing.
A beautiful poem. I especially like the part where he disappears. We all feel like that sometimes. Thank you
Great write
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