the nightingales are singing <br />songs of insecurity <br />to reassure the angels <br />about their own stupidity <br />the fairytale is over <br />the dwarfs are here to play <br />and since thinking is forbidden <br />I don’t really want to say <br />it is too chaotic... <br /> <br />since the blank is taking over <br />my thoughts are pushed <br />too deep and lower <br /> <br />the emptiness of mind <br />is to be applauded<br /><br />cold september<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-emptiness/
