A Cry for a Thousand Miles.

[Fkeu'itan]

Come, o heathen call,
Spring forth and catch me.
And embrace me for the drop.
For I am falling, apart.
Adrift from my peers,
All of my knowledge,
From all that is, and all that is not.

Deliver me through cold abandon,
And through hardships endured.
Of no meaning,
Of no puropse or volume.
And into not a further depth...

But nor of light and ease.
Tell me not what to believe,
Nor what I shouldn't.
Simply allow space...
An empty collapse, a maelstrom of silence.

Remove all from me,
And remove all from worlds undone.
'Till lasts nothing more than self,
And show what it is to be alone.

Grasp my weathered soul,
For we fall together.

[Sempu]

Dude, you wrote this? Wow. Poetry normally leaves me yawning; has about as much impact on me as ancient Sumerian. So I'm not really a credible judge; but I know what I like, and there ain't much poetry that I like, but I like this. Way to go.

[Fkeu'itan]

Thanks an awful lot, it's hugely appreciated!

I suppose it's true then; Some of your best work is written from the darkest of places.

[Mother of the Forest]

I read this yesterday and was so impressed by it I didn't know what to say. I still don't, but I wanted to let you know that I really feel it. Thank you for sharing it.