Gloom Ever Ending

Quill strikes paper, paper to quill.

A soft give and take, a dance among friends.

Tumble, stumble, a fight between expression and mere existence.

For the clear green words form without cause,

A sermon for empty ears.  Only the eyes look to pay any attention.

He retreads to the valley of the hopeless,

Where the mark that flies overhead rules all.

An intangible idea that instills fear,

Gloom never ending.

A night that continues, ever into the darkness and shadows.

Light overcome by an unknown vice, come to subdue

The maxim that had been passed down long ago.

All things, however, must pass.

It’s science, nature, the innate process of things,

The coming of the dawn.

Reviews

[Jeff]

Incredibly deep and thought provoking piece!

[Aekmy]

Lovely, lovely, lovely. This is very mature. It's thick with grown vocabulary with just a hint of writers hunger. Well done.

[Avani Chhaya]

absolutely love the relationship you have created with the quill and paper - can visualize the struggle between the two. the "tumble, stumble, a fight between expression and mere existence" or "a dance among friends"
keep writing. :)