After we said, ‘good-byes’,
I returned to my studio and the
nothingness
of inanimate objects.
In solitude, I write.
In loneliness, I’m left,
with out words.
No words, no poems,
no passion, no life (for me).
I would have embraced
the prick of Death
at that moment.
Leaving earthly torment for eternal
nothingness.
Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
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