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Prose Poem № 108824

Depth of Void

Member since 2002 · Posted 21 Jul 2004 · 3 comments

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 don’t 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 what’s happening I need the superior vision of future Then I don’t want to be in dead calm Of modern man’s 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

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[10] x0lovelylarnx0 21-Jul-04/8:27 AM Reply
Awesome Poem!
[n/a] Prince of Void › x0lovelylarnx0 29-Jul-04/12:10 PM Reply
That was beauty of you ..Poemgirl ..thanks
[n/a] Prince of Void 22-Jul-04/4:50 AM Reply
The ambiguity creates it own beauty …in the world of alternatives …
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 experiences…that’s really different with others
It’s clear …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