This new poem was submitted by Paul last month. - poetheart 11/10/02
Life gives out a pretentious yawn.
It stares back at us as
We imagine a bottomless pit
Where dark is a brooding.
This abyss is the
Amalgamation of our reclaimed spirits
Being left to sag in a hollow cave.Asylums of dearth grace
Finding untold truths
Unbecoming of its very search.
Seen as meandering aimlessly, but
Truly by speculative means,
A spear thrust through the
Conscious of disbelief
And landing just short of realization.Protruding in a mystical way,
Revitalization is here; at last.
by Paul Papasavas