Nothing

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    Nothing

    Black, vast, open, empty, nothingness. Expanding by the nanosecond. Deeper than any of the trenches in the seas. Bottomless it seems.
    Falling effortlessly in silence, suspended only by time. Trying to make some sense out of things. Cant seem to find reason, rhythm nor rhyme.
    Perishing bit by bit. My life force deminishing into the midst of it. Swallowed whole, consumed in total. Grief, disbelief, these words can not explain. Pain can not define, not even if its underlined.
    Empty, open, meager, meek, weak, none of these words will do even if they were all true. Nothing is fitting of the reality we are living.
    Impenitrably black, empty beyond empty. Nothing upon nothing. Vast and expanding. Undefinable depths. Cruel and unforgiving.
    Still yet nothing seems fitting.

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    Moline commented on Nothing

    09-01-2009

    an undescribable reality that we are in its seems empty to just not get anything though

    emwks commented on Nothing

    06-16-2009

    "lET THERE BE LIGHT... LET THERE BE A FIRMAMENT..." THERE IS TEMPORARY RELIEF IN WRITING BUT WHAT ABOUT THE DEPTHS OF THE HEART. tHER IS REALLY A BOTTOMLESS PIT BUT NOT YET- READ AND RATE --ETERNALLY BLESSED ONE BY EMWKS

    Martha commented on Nothing

    06-02-2009

    You have a strong voice in your poems your a great writer and what you say is true and I don't think that it'll be hard 4 n e one to understand what you're trying to say.

    optimistic commented on Nothing

    05-13-2009

    keep writing I enjoey how endepth you get

    drewking commented on Nothing

    01-25-2009

    very well written..

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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