Blank

A tiny dot grows

bigger and bigger

till it becomes a full circle

a black pit of darkness

that opens up

and you fall

deeper and deeper

you can only see darkness

you cannot feel your body

as you fall down, and down

till you start floating

in the vast emptiness

there is nothing, but you.

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You’re currently reading “Blank,” an entry on Averal L.

Published:
11.14.08 / 9pm
Category:
Fine Works, poetry

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