The taste of Seconds

by EoB   Aug 10, 2006


Restless,
I lumber through
a desolate landscape,
bereft of colors, dark and cold.
Every bitter second tastes like poison,
and passes like a ghostly dream.
From shade to deeper shade
I must wander,
restless.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Loneliness and despair. Truly a volatile combination. Very well written.

  • 17 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    I can really relate to this.Simply written but yet with an underlaying deepness of darkness and despair.Sometimes the restlessnes of the soul takes a long time to find the peace it desires and needs so.I hope you find it eventually.

    GaryJ

  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Oooh, very nice! The picture painted with your words is quite disturbing, makes me think of loner walking a darkened road. Lovely imagery.
    Take care and keep it up~Holly

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    This poem was written very well and it flows nicely! 5/5

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