29 April, 2005

Hollow Inside

An endless nightmare,
A deep dark tunnel,
An echo in the wind.
What life was , what life had been....
A shelll hollowed out,
water of the nile sucked dry,
how sad that life sometimes harden you,
till true feelings are hard to find.
Stream of consciousness gone,
fear lurking behind,
They are just milling around.
waiting for that knock on death's door,
no thoughts for mankind
Life has no true meaning with no soul left inside.....
(go figure about this poem...i wrote it...u can comment if u like!)

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