Friday, June 05, 2009

Portrait of a hollow man

The light bounces off
But there’s nothing beneath
He’s invisible on introspection
With smiles that go
Just one direction
The only weight he has is past
Or thoughts or dreams
Or questions asked
Only in the silences
His inner cave
Peace through distance
He can’t reach
The path stops
Just inside his feet.

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