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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