Friday, August 12, 2005

These disturbing dreams
have filled my heart with sorrow
though I dig for joy
I come out empty handed

Disturbed and shaken
I feel so hollow
filled only with
a thought of love

I do not know
what to do for this feeling
yet now I live
with it every day

Feelings are vain
thoughts are gone
so now I sit and stare

Of what is to be
of things not yet
of sorrows and joys past
my thought dwells

Present is only a word
with a hollow empty meaning
what I do tomorrow
is in me today.

3 comments:

beatrice said...

Very nice.
The first stanza is quite nice.

But don't you think that in the last stanza, hollow and empty are a little redundant?

X said...

Mabye but the timing works out great.

X said...

Glad to see you made it here. I have several blogs. All of the ones on the links are mine except PBYouth.