Friday, November 21, 2008

What are You Looking for?

Is not here
The anticipation
to feel your tired soul at the end of the day
to take off that burden
has left me

Drained out in sharp seeps
over subtle moments
almost unfelt
A universe of agony somewhere else
more blunt
that I could never know it

So, what is it?

On this parched ground
monotonous as far as the eye can see
you are a nonentity
colourless and vacuum