Vanishing With the Everything

Written for a very close friend of mine. Just another poem of countless others he will never read.

It's quite unfourtonate

How your vanishing

Leeks through my soul

Simple nonexistance

In the understanding of time

There must be other encounters

 

And sadly you don't realize

In the perspective of the everything

You hide behind a rocketship

Writing on rectangled walls

Of a broken down collage

Amoung dark men on horses

 

And, true to a word,

You spoke rather foreign

Talking of places to come

And things to go from

In a world of wide corners

You're turning blank pages

Author's Note

How is the flow?

Reviews

[Daniel88Batson]

I loved this. Especially the last stanza. I can feel the pain here. The flow works, I read it aloud just to make sure ;D