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Ode to the Nothing


By Paige HermionePublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Ode to the Nothing
Photo by Valentin Lacoste on Unsplash

If there was something left of comfort to me,

It would be the Nothing in my mind,

The Nothing comes and goes, on bus rides or walks,

The Nothing robs me blind.

When people are around, the Nothing disappears

And I smile to be kind,

I am a person with feelings when people are near,

When they go I am confined.

The Nothing is my comfort, it’s empty and at peace

And it’s vacant and resigned,

Lost in the floating void of black, white and grey,

And I have some peace of mind.

Sometimes it comes with music, a beautiful song,

The black and song entwined,

Sometimes it’s simply empty but either way

I feel the stars align.

When I am ripped from it, the world is heavy

And for life I’m disinclined,

I hate when people interrupt and ask me,

“Are you doing fine?”

“Yes, I’m quite alright.” means, “Please leave me alone.”

I prefer to be confined,

Being here strips me of armour and I’m exposed,

It’s a world I have denied.

I prefer to seek my comfort in the lonely,

Because the Nothing is kind,

And I only come back when I like the world,

But mostly, it’s despised.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Paige Hermione

"You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."

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