30/11/2013

HERE BUT GONE

Here but gone.
Seen but invisible.
Heard, but so far away.
I exist but am hollow and empty.
Eyes are open but look into pitch black.
Hands are reaching but grasp only thin air.
Speaking but the words only echo.
Open but fallen so deep down within.
Here but gone.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY

1 comment:

I'd love to know what you think of this poem.