Hell’s Shell
January 3rd, 2007 by Richard CockrumMy mind is empty.
Drained of thought
It stares into the world.
The mask it wears
Is the mask of man
Hiding emptiness and fear.
The path is broken.
The soul is gone.
Have you ever been a shell?
Have you ever felt the emptiness,
The cage of a private hell?
There are no fires.
They’ve all died
In the silence of the night.
Never again to flare and flame
With the things of living light.
Once I was a man alive
And knew the world
Where you live and die.
But now I’m gone,
Though my shell remains
To mock you, and then move on.
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January 4th, 2007 at 11:27 am
Rick, I couldn’t just read this and leave without a comment. The optimist in me sees the shell as as an open space for the part of us that is ready to be reborn. Sometimes we have to go through some pretty hellish stuff to get on the other side. Not always . . . but sometimes yes. Egos die time after time. Spirit is eternal. That’s enough philosophy for now
January 4th, 2007 at 11:41 am
I couldn’t agree with you more, Deb.
Please don’t think I feel this way now. I don’t, though there were periods in the past… I originally wrote the poem a long time ago, and thought it was good enough to edit and post, because, as you say, sometimes we do experience this and I thought someone may relate to it.
You can never have too much philosophy.