Out Of Nothing

Written by: Jessica Hanna

Making sense
Out of nothing,
So intense
The pain is growing.

Trying hard
To fill emptiness,
Playing cards
Without clemency.

So sacred
Is your selfishness,
And so, scattered
Is your mercy.

What fortune
Have you held,
In a lack of emotion
You have dwelled.

Many papers
I unfold.
What have you kept,
What have you sold?