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For hours she’s been staring, motionless as a statue, at the
steadily falling rain,
her thoughts a bleak circle without a beginning and without
an end.
And just as the water soaks the ground, she too absorbs the gloom
of despair
that is her constant shadow,
fogging her waking dreams with a hopelessness and futility
even her sleeping form in the depth of the night cannot
escape.
In the sightless vision of this grey haze,
the arms of the spirits of the underworld close around
her
and without resistance she accepts their embrace,
to sink into the forever of a numb and frozen darkness,
where her eyes cannot see, her ears cannot hear, her skin
feels no touch
and her mind can no longer torture her with the desires of
her once living being.
Is this the dead or the walking dead. Interesting and beautiful
ReplyDeleteThis has such a firm feeling of completion...total and absolute immersion..amazing!
ReplyDeleteWould it be rude to call this a beautiful bummer? You certainly have a way with slow-motion lifelessness. Is that an oxymoron? Well done.
ReplyDeleteI have said it before, your writing can be haunting and beautiful at the same time...I love it.
ReplyDeleteIs that a picture of you?
ReplyDeleteI'm always blown away by what you write. This is particularly eerie, haunting, and even hallucinogenic.
ReplyDeletePersonally i embrace that nether touch, and am always starled when a physical hand touches me to take me from that place.
ReplyDeleteI have not answered yet--patience. i will explain.
to have lived once...and feel so dead now...
ReplyDeleteis so very haunting....
hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog oh i totaly git this wun!!! i also sit and stayr at the rayn on akkownt of wen it rayns it sumtimes thunders and i do not like thunder at all so i mayk shoor the rayn nos i am watching it and duz not try enny funny bizness!!! ok bye
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