Monday, December 12, 2005

trepidation

the pain surrounding us
radiates a monotonous hum

as the darkness creeps,
probing for our tense forms,

as the silence encompasses
the length of this

insignificant space
we are wont to occupy,

as your hands draw forth
the reverberations of my torment
and terror

3 comments:

_Soulless_ said...

A suspense-filled piece, wherein the only perception left is that of breathing through lumps of this-couldn't-be-happening...

Hee. ^_^ HAPPY HOLIDAYS, DEAR! Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy good food. *hug*

blue rogue said...

and...
and...
and?!

aw. you have got to let me breathe this one out. i feel like i'm driving a spike through wood with a jackhammer, not knowing when i'm going to hit my finger.

and...
...is good.

blacksou| said...

i feel it.
cease the need to feel at times, sometimes.
but i feel it.

beautiful.
in archs and aches.
will be back to read :)

have a happy new year.
smiles..