Friday-Night Silence
This Friday night
Is an abyss of raw emptiness,
A vast chasm
Cast in grave shadows,
Death-black to the core,
Passion lacking its light source,
A dead star,
A carcass of God's heart,
Hidden beyond the quasars,
A terribly unbearable silence
Trying, desperately,
To moan, gasp, stutter
Its uncontainable agony,
Borrow, from mute tomorrow,
Energy to survive the night,
By finding companionship with you,
An emptiness
Whose name is nameless.
11/11/11
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