Nothing and No One

Confined

Nothing and No One

This place was not meant for eternity

Not the past or the future

There is only here and now and nothing in between

Made up of stars and given to earth

Trapped

What are these everyday nothings?

Work. Debt. Eat. Dress. Sleep. Fuck. Love. Loss.

Repeat.

Nothing and no one in a vast of emptiness with infinite possibilities held down by the constructs of this world with no knowledge of the next.

It is for nothing and I am no one.

nature poetry
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Raven McCoy

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