Stuck Poem by Timothy Long

Feeling as though stuck in a void, empty but time still passes on slowly, boring and dull, that draws on internally and ends one slowly particle by particle, looking back all of it was a big stepping stone, the great majestic fields just staring at the world, although I still can't take on main step as myself in the past, these feelings of belonging are only as I see in my dreams, appreciating human goodness without the will of human evil, is it a mocking sin of pray, let not names get us down but up with confidence to strike others not with fist but words of truth and not violence, in some respect indeed permanence is established, some prove weak while others prove strong, neither come along for long, stuck in many places I can be, lost in earth's fiery flame, the gracious lights are upon us, whether dead or alive, the void still sucks up as stuck in time itself.