Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Nirvana

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For years, I dreamt of a land.

Far away from this one,

Where people live forever

An immortal land beyond the stars.

But a cold chill came to my consciousness

And told me that my ideas were flawed.

No place existed where we can be free

From sorrow and death.

A queen’s ransom is paid to assuage

My supple longing to feel flesh,

To feel the warm sun upon my hair,

To be wrapped in the wind.

Piteous blackness waits for me

Writhing against my temporal existence

Pulling me into the nothingness

That waits for me beyond the pale

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Written by barryr22

April 13, 2010 at 11:59 pm

Posted in Poetry

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