Nothingness
It wasn't bad
it wasn't good
it represented everything
I feared so much before...
that unattainable grace
tornados of stone
a bad written story
with a desolating end.
It wasn't bad
It wasn't good
it was like a fable
that repeat itself
in different places
in different times
with different faces
like unleashed madness.
It wasn't bad
it wasn't good
it was what it was
either I like it or not
unbearable silence
under wet sheets at night
I don't think many understand
what a space full of nothingness is.
And I could go on and on
repeating myself
like those endless novels
where everyone dies
then comes a new day
with knew pop stars
singing meaningless songs
acting without knowing their lines.
Jessica
Copyright © Jessica Carrasco | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment