[There is nothing]
By Gwion
There is nothing But a heavy, thick fog Nothing can pierce. I feel everything through my feet, Each step, Each faltering stumble, Since my eyes can no longer guide me. This is not a life, This is a horrid joke. This is a hideous mask, A gaudy clown-smile, Thick pancake makeup Crusting to hide my faults. Each day another slice Of my mortality, Another chunk of humanity Is lifted from my mind. I keep hope And sleep In a small bottle by my bedside. So I dream of children each night, And sunlight. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 09:15 PM PST 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"There is nothing..."