this poem was written by my great uncle when he was my age. he died shortly after, in a car accident in his senior year of high school. i have another poem he wrote here.
Staring silently in space,
trying to uncover life within the human race. All the world has gone, it seems,
and left me among my empty dreams. I needed none, I thought:
Till now when everyone has gone,
I find that it's so empty still. I cannot climb the steep and silent hill they climbed. I cannot follow them. I'm alone
among the fragile brogue baubles that consisted of my home. And no one laughs or calls to me or tells me that it's fantasy
that I see among the litter of my yard. All I hear is what I always wanted-- silence.
Silent as a tomb.
Silent as the voice of doom. God, it sounds as if it's haunted
and I'm alone among my dream. All that watches is a stark silent sky.
Soon I will die.
eerie, isn't it? the more i read, the more i think we might have had a lot in common...
