Nothing

by Timothy   Jun 11, 2022


Breathing in, feeling something,
Not sure its the greatest notion;
What's left? Electric feeling?
It's nothing more than existing.

Eat and drink, try to sleep,
Finding comfort with stone-cold concrete;
If it's there, the mind still intact?
Then where is the emotional contact?

Blame yourself, you little liar,
You had all the world to make your empire;
So when you struggle, and hope to feel something,
Breathing out, your penance is to feel nothing.

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