Empty Nothing
Is it possible
that a day would come
when all you feel is nothing?
That point along one’s timeline
that can fully be empty.
Could one ever really be
fully empty and full of nothing
or is that a paradox, an impossibility?
One singular undaunted moment
when there is nothing;
a forced long, deep breath,
an all-encompassing inner sigh
that took/takes in air
and nothing else.
Upon release, all worry, fear, joy and pain
are emptied and expelled
revealing and recognizing the void,
the loss of emptiness, everything gone
leaving nothing, feeling nothing,
empty nothing.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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