inner ramblings, poem

Lighthouse

In the distance was a spark
A dot in the dark
Tiny yet too stark
In the distance was a lark

In the pit a war was waged
Numbed by quiet rage
Screams and tears engage
In the pit a war was caged

In nothingness I lay down
Chased away by dawn
Crumpled and undone
In nothingness I am found

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inner ramblings

The Hollow Men

“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.”

– T.S. Eliot –

not with a bang but a whimper 

with a bang but a whimper

a bang but a whimper

bang but a whimper

but a whimper

a whimper

whimper