Saturday, 20 December 2008

Empty

Empty.
Running on air.
No heat, no cold.
No, nothing there.

No taste.
No sound.
No up.
No down.

Just empty.
And blue.

2 comments:

Dixie@dcrelief said...

I wish I did not understand your poem. My deepest hope for you, kind friend, is to have pleasant and positive thoughts this day.
In love and peace.

A jewel shining through said...

Not actually feeling that way today, but I write things down as they come to me, otherwise they can be lost forever, as my memory can be just like a goldfish's - just call me Dory from Finding Nemo :) LOL. I'm using this blog to try to put into words how it feels, as a way to direct or enlighten others as to how it feels to me, and to remind me of good things as well as bad. Whilst my depression hasn't been rosy it has lead me to experience many things and this is my way of working it through. xx