Void

Icy!
and freezing
my poor frigid heart,
cold and alone
it survives in the dark

 

Isolated!
far removed
from paradise lost
nearly frozen to death
and covered with frost...

 

Swirling!
dust particles
encased in my frozen tears
a shattered existence...
an unheld hand
the dying's last stand...

 

Void!

 

Dreaming!
What dream?
Life is an 8mm
home movie
stored on rusted reels;
the countdown to doom
4...3...
2...1...

 

Screaming!
Crying!
Crumbled!
and Crushed! 

 
Can't laugh!
Can't smile!
I'm returning to dust!

 

Rapture's release
guilty as charged.
Shards of despair,
Reality's gun
just discharged....

 

Falling!
endlessly, aimlessly,
erased and displaced.
Hollow and hurting
hunted to the last...

 

There'll be no release,
the dye has been cast,
no hope for the future,
'Cause I can't run from the past

 

No feeling!
I'm reeling!
always yearning,
tho' never learning!

 

Returning
to
the Void...

 

By: Nathaniel A. Booker, Sr.
'Genius under Construction'

Copyright © 2008 Nathaniel Booker.

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

This was soo cool! I read it outloud and my brother was all "are you rapping?" It really did sound like a good rap, though. This was so amazing!