Yourself?

Poem

The day seems too long for words.
Sighs punctuate the silence of a void,
the only sounds that tell me I'm still breathing.

The sun seems too distant.
I reach out, just to get burned,
the pain reminds me that I'm still alive.

Do we laugh or cry?
Our conflicted existence portends an afterlife
that we have no idea of.
I can do nothing
But sigh.

posted by Downhere. @ 11:55 am