by Bob Mundle

Created on: November 26, 2009   Last Updated: December 03, 2009

Heart of Darkness


Here,
In the blackest depths of nowhere,
Where nothing meets naught,
I have come to sit a while
To study silence.

How
I wish I were one with this place
My body absorbed by its emptiness
Only the ghost of a smile
Marking my being.

There,
The world is a tumultuous place,
A bitching, screaming, angry rat race.
And I must be one with the sound,
Part of that fairground.

Now
My life is owned by others
Their needs and wants subsuming mine
And in their contentment I can find
Some sort of blessing.

Then,
When all I love is taken
I shall have the means to move on
Weep not for me, for I shall be safe, deep
In the heart of darkness.

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