Saturday, November 23, 2013

They Say






They say that love is all
When we are stumbling on the path
And so we clutch at those around
who might be friend instead of foe
But what we see are empty eyes
and hollow words are all we hear
And ticking clocks mark out our days
Until we comprehend “alone”
And ticking clocks mark out our days
and hollow words are all we hear
But what we see are empty eyes
who might be foe instead of friend
And still we clutch at those around
When we are stumbling on the path
They say that love is all


1 comment:

  1. What a provocative poem. Alone in the middle of the same words that start and end the piece. Is this a form you've invented or am I showing my poetic ignorance?

    The idea of empty eyes is haunting.

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