Terror from the Nothing New

by Alice   May 30, 2018


With you there is respect
for the nothing new-
a bone-known realisation
that the sun
may shine
and we may dine
again
on sugared horrors
each day of nothing new.
Yet with the good:
with angels and with truth,
they view my ruin and like ice
they prick:
‘What will you do?’-
but I scorn these bitter tongues,
and change I screw-
living ever in the nothing new.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Brenda

    Alice, wonderful to see you back! Absolutely loved this piece-well done!

  • 4 years ago

    by Merope

    It is said that in death we find nothingness, so I would like to draw the parallel of a life of the mundane to death. The gift of consciousness is squandered when we are not experiencing life in it's entirety, so when one accepts a constant state of nothing, it very well might be the greatest tragedy. The image of sugared horrors, for me reminded me of Calaveras, which then reminded me of Dia de Muertos, the day of the dead. It comes full circle. All in all, your writing prowess has not gone unnoticed. This is literary excellence and I envy your ability to write exceptionally well. x)

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