Mostly Poetry

Think, remember
Where is it?
Where has it gone?

Was there someone there?
Was there something?

Something meaningful?
Something of value?
Have you ever felt?
Have you ever known?
Have you ever spoken?

Or listened?
Or cared?
Or loved?
Or needed?
Or wanted?

Questions
Damn questions
In the absense of answers
Questions outline
The shadow of my existence
A dark and vague
Misshapen image
Of a reality now
Swept under the rug

You can’t erase me.

You can close your eyes
And you will hear me
You can hold your ears
And you will feel me
You can deny that I exist
Refusing to look or touch
Or see or hear
Or smell or taste

But the shadow remains
The darkness
The void
The nothing
Being locked as it is
By lack of closure

You can’t erase me.

~wbv