I love this aching emptiness,
I need this wild ruin;
A stage to highlight vanity
And make my big debut in
To get away from all the hype,
The rancor, and invective --
And realize how small I am:
An exigent
Perspective
Some people see a scene like this, and say,
"I could not live with all this solitude;
This dreary sameness, each and every day.
No variation -- snow and quietude."
While others, see a city street, and muse,
"Who wants the noise, pollution, and the stress?
Give me some space and quiet to diffuse
The chaos, so that I can decompress --"
I'm not an urbanite, so I'm with those
Who easily could be at home out here:
I don't like crowds at all, and I suppose
That what might give me hope, gives others fear --
But people differ, what seems bleak to one
Night seem to someone else a lot of fun
the ancient
lives in the footsteps
echoing
across the wild lands
bare and bleak
that we call our hearts
I love this aching emptiness🖤
Very beautiful poem. I loved your bleak perspective.
Love these landscapes!