p o e t
r y
g a l l e r i e s
THOUGHTS OF
NOTHINGNESS
The mind is blank.
Or so it seems.
Thoughts of nothingness control my mind.
Nothingness...
Nothingness...
Which is something.
Barely.
Flying high are my thoughts of love...
Of kindness...
Of self-respect...
Of hope.
All out of reach.
The nothingness blocks my grasp.
These things I want.
I desire.
I need.
in order to survive.
The mind is blank.
Or so it seems.
Thoughts of nothingness control my mind.
Nothingness...
Nothingness...
Which is something.
Barely.
Flying high are my thoughts of love...
Of kindness...
Of self-respect...
Of hope.
All out of reach.
The nothingness blocks my grasp.
These things I want.
I desire.
I need.
in order to survive.
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