Nothing

I am feeling, today, less than enthusiastic about everything. Well …. more or less.

You know how, on most days, you just think that life is absolutely meaningless? But on others you are sure of it? Today fits into the second category. And tomorrow. And the one after that. In fact, I feel so confident in my conviction that life is some sort of cosmic joke without a punch line that I’m fairly certain that every day will be this way from now on. I will plan for that, anyway.

It’s good to have a plan.

So, in the spirit of sharing, I thought I might try to drag everyone else down too, with a dull little poem.

But don’t worry.

It’s nothing, really.

****

Another dawn. Another day

A sun will never rise

A fog, a coat to keep me warm

And smoke within my eyes

To see today what wont be seen

To hear what won’t be heard

To speak what won’t be spoken

A death in every word

Beyond the fog, the grey abyss

The future cold and black

One step into the vortex

Brother, hold me back

One step into the nothingness

I hear the sirens call

One foot before another

Sister, watch me fall

 

 

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11 thoughts on “Nothing

  1. An absolutely spectacular poem! It really spoke to me.
    It seems to me that I’m balancing on the edge. Always. Every day. Looking down but somehow managing to pull myself a step back. Even a rubber band gives at some point… When will I break? With that being said, I hope this comment find you well 😀

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  2. lockdown, no jet setting about, retirement is a tough one pops … need a hobby, or a passion … how about lengthy missives to our pollies to try and keep them honest?

    great poem but I’m loving the silence 🙂

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