Nothing

Dig, deep inside you might find it A small fragment of what used to be love Dig and dig well for you might cause all to collapse I am decisively lost in the eyes of hope The strong tendency of felling hate in the palms of love The littlest pieces on the floor, A feeling so small hidden in a vast amount of nothingness A black point in the white sky feeling nothing but loneliness Dig where ever you feel it strong, in me the only gold present is that with value so insignificant.