Nothing

I’ve had my words in silent,

shhh… muted.

Random clauses, awkward pauses, there’s

Just enough reasons to keep my mouth shut.

What you heard is nothing.

Meaningless. worthless.

Unless you’re able to catch what I didn’t say.

Useless either way.

The more I do the less is true.

Play with those word choice those dictions those rhymes,

I’m tired of continuous thinking that just won’t shut.

I’ve sold my soul to some long existing nothing,

But that won’t change the fact that I’m still a pathetic little play thing.

Oh me, oh damn me oh curse me,

my life, my mind,

My heartbeat that doesn’t belong to me.

Sing me a heart song that I’ll never know

What it is;

What is it?

Me mourning in morning awakening in another dream

Just to be waited to be shattered in another endless theme,

Again, again, all over again

Like a non stop cycle repeating the same pattern of nothing,

I’m spilling words out that makes no connection and they mean nothing,

My fragments of arts are pieced together to become nothing,

I’m becoming nothing,

And nothing matters.

Nothing, matters.

What a powerful line to say, leaving me shock, stunned,

I’m becoming me, puzzling parts of me, creating images of me,

Me, there,

Standing in chaotic silence,

Listening,

To wonderful nothing.

9/3/2024