Alone – TB

26 Jun

intensely listening
to the sound of rain.
At night,
even the lulls are lonely.
During the day,
He scrawls on the walls,
About unity and freedom.
His writing becomes
More illegible
By the day.


4 Responses to “Alone – TB”

  1. The Real Cie November 24, 2014 at 3:09 pm #

    I choose to believe that such writing eventually makes a difference. Sadly, the person who wrote the words may not live to see that difference.

  2. Susan November 24, 2014 at 3:17 pm #

    Ouch. Writing blurs, and no doubt ideas fade too sans companions on the journey. Strong image.

  3. Marcoantonio Arellano November 24, 2014 at 5:52 pm #

    quite a strong, lonely, mournful image. these words shall resonate now that my eyes, your eyes have read them. the question now is…does the action of writing, the absorbtion of the words and its intent by another, does it perpetuate its existence into the realm of the universes, therefore, to infinity?

  4. magalyguerrero November 25, 2014 at 6:44 am #

    This is so very sad. I hope the view of the speaker is blurred by something s/he doesn’t know about the subject. I don’t want it to be so sad.

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