Kathleen Tovar Poet I do not know?

Nothing

I see for myself and there's nothing, 
                     nothing but an empty shattered mirror, 
                          There's no reflection, nothing.
               As I turn to see my surroundings, there's nothing.
	     Nothing, but a white room with a shattered mirror,
          I stand alone looking in every direction, but there's nothing,
                  Nothing at all except me and the mirror,
                  I stare at it once more and I see nothing,
             There is no night or day, nor are you hungry nor tired.
                                   There's nothing.
                       I look at myself and I have no shadow,
                                    I have nothing,
                         I scream, yell and cry and nothing,
                                    I have no voice, 
                                     I was nothing, 
              I looked at the mirror again and I finally knew what it was, 
                                     I no longer exist,
                                       I felt nothing,
                                      For I was dead......
by: Kathleen Tovar

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Poet Destroyer A March 31, 2016 at 7:32 PM Kathleen Tovar, nice to see this one again, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry XOX ~LINDA~

Jai Bankson March 31, 2016 at 12:32 PM Everything Silent and Poet said,couldn't have said it better

Poet Destroyer A March 31, 2016 at 12:46 AM Kathleen T.,, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@