Saturday, January 8, 2011

DESTINY

staring into the deep abyss
a vacant hole in the middle
of hollow openness
looking at fears secrets
and tears

listening to the messenger-spirit
exempt from apprehension
unhindered between space and time
with no place to escape the light
or the flight

beneath the broken umbrella
of lost dreams of reality
where the spilt paint
stains the art that covers me
haunting my destiny

6 comments:

C. Scott Ryan said...

I like

anthonynorth said...

Destiny is such a burden, isn't it?
Great words.

flaubert said...

Poignant piece Wayne.
Well said.
Pamela

annell said...

I like your destiny! Thanks for your comment Wayne.

thelaughinghousewife said...

Maybe it's better not to be aware of our destiny?

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

This is so aching, and it fits my mood today perfectly.