The Absence of Presence
Four wheel room, ulter silence
My mind looking,for repentance
These thoughts, filled with hidrance
Hence over shadowed by nonsense
I have lost dreams in abundance
And wonder about my existence
And all I ask is a chance
To stop these dreams of penance
I dream, a dead bird at first glance
And i watch it, fall in a religious trance
And started with death a wierd type of romance
Or was it a game? A game of chance
These two fought with remarkable endurance
And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance
And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence
And that's when it happened, the absence of presence
Copyright © Serge Comeau | Year Posted 2011
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