Mire Poem by Lucas Akkadian
Mire
There is only one thing worse
than a burning question,
and that is having
nothing at all
to think about.
Emptiness crawls on its belly
and into your head like a sideshow.
It doesn't care who you are
or what greatness you've done.
It's the only force capable of
true destruction,
and It's you.
Monday, January 24, 2011
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