Diary Of A Hollow Boy
Nothing can BE hollow unless its first filled. Its simply not possible. Something had to push-out the features...the features people saw...the vary features that caused the hollowing...the hollowing of the boy.
Riches! Holy God In Heaven --- RICHES shower down! What’s this thing called LIFE!!
Touch! Feel! Hear! Smell! Love! See!
Wind over the face! My God this bike!!!! This fear! This electric emotion!!! Holy God!!!
I Can Fly!!!
I am a GOD!
Am am spectacular! Holy God!!!
This is LIFE and I’m bathing in it forever!
What’s this thing called “frog?”
A “forest?” its called “forest???”
This is mine now! I call it!
That Sprite....she’s mine too!
But you may bask near-by.
I need nothing more than this!!!
Then God? What is Heaven like??
What is heaven like?
The Sun Goes Dark:
The sea turns to blood
The air, to poison
Fire all around
I asked you God...
What is Heaven like?
You pitched me into...
you burned me with...
Twas not you?
I knew it!
Twas the Dark One that gouged my gut!
A dagger works fast on a small boy.
Even a King like me.
Death and rot comes fast
Even to a King like me!
They speak of love?
They speak of the moon and stars?
I see only black
I’m just a hollow man.
Edited by Robbie Brown (08/15/12 09:50 PM)
My fault? How's this my fault? [Dean Vernon Wormer, 1978]