Jo Ko Poet Free verse

Dear Nothing

All day I think about nothing.
And all day, nothing thinks about me. 

I sit and I stare,
Or I pace everywhere,
Looking for something to seek. 

I am meek, 
I feel weak,
I find it hard to stand on my feet.
But when I sit about,
I stir and shout;
And fly up out of my seat.

What is it that I’m meant to find my dear nothing?
What is that lies beneath?
Is there something there? 
Because I could swear, 
I’ve caught you starting back.

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