Journal - the Last Few - I
JOURNAL
The Last Few – I
This piece of
solidity
Sitting atop a
transparent world,
See-through only
because
Stability seems
fixed
Head back trying
to think,
A sense of blood
pumping,
A flash that cups
the hands.
The last few will be
searching
When one cannot
understand life
Then one goes
within,
Within where absence
softens.
Yet even then
stiffness remains
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2014
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