Unrhymed

[alongtimegone]

There are times when I leave it all behind
and venture to a remote and empty place
where nothing has meaning
and no one has form.
Here it is barren and silent
and I am quite alone.
I hang on steadfastly to the last
drop of nothingness for I know
that with consciousness comes the
real. And the real is what I fear most.

Wazza

[Shelley Hansen]

Very thought-provoking, Wazza! It sounds to me like a metaphor for marvellous, dreamless sleep!

Cheers, Shelley

[alongtimegone]

Yes Shelley, it's the waking that spoils a good sleep.
Wazza

[Catherine Lee]

I thought I'd already commented on this one Wazza but apparently not. As Shelley says, this is very thought provoking, and I like it a lot.

[alongtimegone]

Thanks Catherine.
Wazza