Meaningless moments,

enclosure of a seeking soul

at the border of despair…

 

Alluring emptiness of mind

at the edge of heart…

Of blank spaces in white…

 

As I write these uncertain lines,

I know my voice won’t be heard,

I know these verses 

will linger on 

in the timeless void,

on the verge of oblivion,

on the fringe of existence...

 

Can frustration creep in within the dead

while awaiting resurrection?

I wonder...

 

Xoanxo 2020