i begin to question my very existence
i know some parts of me are real
is my existence just a prickly resistance
to the things that i’m supposed to feel
i begin to question the parts that are real
by the pure silence of those that aren't
and the soft persistence in this instance
are the things that won’t not can't
i begin to question this pure silence
but i’m still hearing the echoes inside
simple insignificance absistence
somethings just need to slide
i begin to stop questioning
i become privy to the need to knows
an instance of least resistance
noisy nothings and silent echoes
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (1)
Many gems in this poem! I really liked: i become privy to the need to knows an instance of least resistance Excellent work! noisy nothings and silent echoes