PonchoMeg: The Modern Bohemian's Poetry Spot

I hope you enjoy reading through these poems. I write them on the spot as inspiration hits me. Occasionally I will post a few old poems of mine as well. Please comment!

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Present

The Present

There are no words,
only sounds of silence ringing through my head.
There is no feeling,
just a lot of numbness and the feel of feeling dead.
There is no hope,
yet I know that it's to hope I'm clinging...
There is no future,
unless of course, it's the future I'm bringing.