In my rawness, I attend to thee.
I am not quite sure of myself
and I am not quite sure of this void within me.
I praise thee and kneel before thee.
Yet, I hear no declaration
and so I turn to my solace and prepare myself to drawn within it.
I question this emptiness that blanks out pages of what is yet to fall upon me.
So I think to myself “This is the end or so it seems.”
Yet somehow my existence carries onto the unforeseen
and I become free of emotion and all else that contains me.
I am dying of this numbness and wandering hopelessly in my prayers
for search of who I was and where I have lost myself.
I need to gather me and my remnants,
so I can be whole again that laughs, weeps and feels.
These words that I write shall bear no meaning until that time comes.
This ‘here’ and this ‘now’ shall not matter until I feel again.
Make me feel...
11 January 2009
1 comment:
if i may say so, the feeling is quite mutual...
i am dying with me, clotting love within and wandering on deserts with a longing and lingering thirst... wonder when will i feel again!
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