Nothingness
Just how I feel at this time.
Who better to teach of nothingness, than one who is nothing himself
A poet whose words are trivial, so worthless, they sit on the rubbish shelf
Nothingness for me is a gigantic black hole, from which I shall never climb
Nothing, I shall be forever, hidden away from all the sublime
At least I can read the sublime from others.
This matters not, only to myself really. I shall be back tomorrow, posting the next part of Alahsar. If it kills me, I shall see this piece to an end. Have a wonderful Friday and I wish you all well in your poetic endeavours. Hugs always....Mike. XX
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2019
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