BIONo one tells me anything new
inspiration has left me,
I find myself rambling through the dark
in search of words just out of my grasp.
I grow weary from this
and here I sit,
surrounded by old tablets
and new tablet half covered with writing
and I ponder,
when will my hour come?
The hour of my going down and going under
for I want to go amongst men once more
for I am waiting know,
for first of the signs of my hour to come.
Mean while I talk to myself as one who has time
No one tells me anything new so I tell myself ...
myself.
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Comments (2)
gallimel
This is so hurting.. so incredibly touching, so scratching bites of my skin out from me. It hurts, and yo reach the effect using brilliant, lucid and vivid colours thats hould inspire actually joy and energy. I am impressed by this work.
Tanialmeida
fantastic work! the mind can come up with a thousand emotions! Art is more than beautiful imagery and anything that evokes such feeling is pure art!!