Prose Poem № 108824
Depth of Void
The silence never gets on with furious voice of man
They both are not brave enough
Coming out of this enchanted land of mind
The land where creation means just an imagination
And life is only called the nameless desire
Thus the voice of despair is upon me
Drown me out, as sadness is growing high
Ceiling is going down, my feeling is low
Therefore I feel isolate in this entire world
Too small world...Too many doubts
Too many floors of infinity is now useless
Cause I donât need
I need the answers of
Of ability and inability of being human being
I need to know why I lost in these woeful worlds
Tragedies are hanging me out for thousands years
I need to stop thinking of whatâs happening
I need the superior vision of future
Then I donât want to be in dead calm
Of modern manâs Solitude
Sitting on the place...full of questions
Looking down into flames
And keeping away the sense
In heart of the senseless world
This is the depth of void
3 comments
So I should see the world in different aspects or ways
I mean I am just trying to define my own definition of another vision
That I got it from the experiencesâ¦thatâs really different with others
Itâs clear â¦take the step that might not be accepted as others think or believe
But Ill do what I want because I want to make my own choices
My poems represent me...And the world has been discovered in depth of my imagination
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