Infinite Darkness of the Soul

The ever expanding works of Elizabeth Anne Easter. Poetry and musings of the stark reality of life.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Poem - Untitled

A sad and aging figure, sighing softly
Sings a song never heard.
Mourning lost chances, lost loves,
    and loss for the sake of loss.
All of the wisdom and life experiences
    can not bring fulfillment.
Grey surrounds, the clouds hang heavy.
The wind feels like a thousand biting
    whips against hot, welting skin.

Originally written in January 2006.

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