"Nothing"

It's poetry month. Yaaay! During this month I will happily share a poem on each blog day. These three are the ones I read at the Lit Cafe I attended last month. Today's poem:

Nothing

Sometimes I sit and stare at nothing

And nothing stares back.

Nothing can help me with this hurt

I carry in my heart, my mind, my spirit.

Nothing says this is just a dream

A horrible dream that will soon end

Nothing stares back.

Nothing listens to the sound of my tears

Dripping on my pillow both morning and night

Making their way through the fibres

Until they can run no more

Trapped in an endless weave of

An unfamiliar maze.

Nothing knows how that feels.

You left me with nothing

I have the scent of the pillow next to mine

And nothing smells like it -

Your sweet body mixed with shampoo -

I can almost taste it

As I can almost taste your kiss.

And nothing tastes quite like it.

-Dnafcnatgada

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