There is nothing but deep silence around me <br />Only the faint feel of a wind long dead in this place <br />The dying sky is a paler shade than ivory <br />Licked with bleeding lips of lace <br />There is a hollowness where I currently stand <br />But it is still a feeling at least <br />One of few left in this barren land <br />Starving out man’s inner beast <br />Again I closed my eyes hoping to wake <br />To be revived from this mocking illusion <br />but I am disappointed to see this fake <br />can only be restored by my corrupt imagination<br /><br />Cheré Mason<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/complicated-simplicity/
