adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Emptiness, a poem

Emptiness

The great emptiness
visited me, whispering
wordless taunts.

Before shone the first
stars, the gods decided
you and I

would come and go,
live and die, be
and be not.

Their laughter is but
an echo, a shadow of
the big bang,

and they, too, have
gone into the empty
darkness between us.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

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