Dark Empty Hole

Just emotions.

Spared?
Mercy for those?
Help us we are cold.
Down here in this dark empty hole.
We have no souls.
Lost with no where to go.
Help us find a home.
We grow old.
Not much time.
Expand your minds.
See with fresh eyes.
Realize.
How we all died.
There in the distance.
A tree sits broken.
Limbs confused a worthless token.
To the beast called time a continuous motion.
One devoid of all emotions.
The smell of flowers that bloom.
The color of sunsets setting behind the dunes.
The smell of death as it comes for you.
Clear signs of a day coming bright and new.
Suggestions of a future with aches and pain.
As the old are examples of a body rotted by age.
The beast has clear intentions cloudy visions to view.
The beast knows everything.
Even you.

Author's Note

Just Be Honest

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

my gut says that this poem expresses that death grows within us..
you know the ole saying (in essence) ... We're dying the day we were born..
yes, this intriguing tale you weave reminds me of that ...

We search for our souls everyday ... questioning inhumanity worldwide ...
finding solace & comfort within ourselves... Keeping hope alive..
Very moving .. Kudos
leeLee

[Holly]

This is the second poem of yours that I hear demanding to be read out loud, it carries a presence with it but it really seems like it is just meant to be spoken with a voice that could give it life and add emphasis to the drama pouring out from every line. That's just my opinion but I still really like it and I find myself reciting it as if it were a skit from a play. =)