The Nothing
Where the Words Go
Blank
White
Emptiness
Stares back,
Interspersed with a web of iridescent color.
Words I'd typed so meticulously
Poured out into nowhere,
Forever invisible.
Forever silent.
Lost to me and to the world.
The unknowing care not.
Eventually, time will erase them all.
Time, feeding on thoughts and emotions
And discarding the bland,
Leaving no trace,
In an alien construct full of nothing.
Surrounded by nothing.
Some of the words had
Meaning.
Purpose.
Intent.
Some never did.
Some did and grew tired.
Others outgrew themselves,
Losing coherence.
Some found their own will
And fled for freedom.
None matter now, in the endless void.
Slowly
the
colors
die.
***
Thanks for reading! This came to me while I was unable to write, because I dropped my laptop and fractured the LCD. No way to get to my password files, no way to check in. I've never felt so disconnected. Fortunately, I found a source and could replace the display myself.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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