adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Tunnel, a poem

Tunnel

I have passed through the tunnel
and found night on the other side.

Pleasure and pain look alike
in the dark. Why seek either?

Do as you will, the world has whispered.
It means nothing. I do nothing.

Stephen Brooke ©2014

It's hard to believe that this is actually my first finished poem of the year! Been too busy obsessing about the novel (and other fiction projects). Sort of in the form of a sijo though I wouldn't call it one.

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