fredag 12 december 2008

Shattered



Everything falls apart
I am nothing
just an empty shell lying
on a distant shore
waiting to get crushed by
the ocean

and crushed I will be
shattered into mere nothingness
never to return

nothing is left of me.

Nothing.

4 kommentarer:

Claire sa...

dying to self is sometimes the only form of true rebirth...

Annelina sa...

Det är nästan för sorgligt... kom tillbaka, Ida! Det kommer nog att ordna sig. Kram

Gramma Ann sa...

What a beautiful picture, but very sad poem. But, somehow, the picture and poem come together as one.

Pearl sa...

i can almost feel the forlorn longings just by reading your words and looking at your pictures.