Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I heard a saying once
"The finger that points to the moon, is not the
Moon"
Yet on the Path of obscurity, to meaninglessness
Without any interviening period, of coherence
Description persists
You know not yourself, poor tormented creature 
Forgetful of the nothingness from whence you came, your existence spent
Chasing lights on the wall.