I sit, and I wonder... Where are you? Why is the air so cold Why is the silence so deafening? I look for you That smile, the way your hair wisps around your face Through the numbness I reach for you Through the haze I call your name. Nothing. I long to hear your laugh Find the spots that make you gasp for air Draw the lines that make you moan Take the best you have to offer. A simple prayer is whispered Through time, through the ether of my mental state I wait patiently for your reply Or an echo, or a sign. Nothing. To set this moment, time and space In such perfect synchronicity One must become the softest rock The neutral water in your drinking glass. So I beg of you to take a sip A notion of a potion not that magical at all. Tell me, please, I beg of you, reply As I wander away I look toward the sky for answers. Nothing. Once I was a boy afraid Now a man, fearless and determined I bear the wounds of battles fought And bare my soul to the legions of insanity. I call your name, or at least I think it is Can you hear me? Can you feel it coming? Still I bask in empty light Waiting for the warmth to charm my mind. Nothing. Like a snake in a basket I dance to music no one else can hear I fall asleep when the respite comes Only to awaken to her tune again. I want to bite you but I can't Such a tortured battle waged within The fighter without a fight He looks for peace at every turn but sees... Nothing. A growl, a sigh, a morbid curiosity No need to marvel at this godless saint. A pinch, a whisper, but this is not a dream Yet I swear I whispered something in your ear. Your smile, the answer I've been looking for The warmth of your body cuts through the icy air I stir in my slumber looking toward the evening sky I reach, to you, from the nightmare that I feel. Nothing. It is nothing that I look for And it is nothing that I'll lose Yet it is nothing like I've ever known It is nothing but a lover's song. I find nothing gets me going For there is nothing to ever gain As nothing pleases you And there is nothing that I have to give. One day we'll close our eyes And meet our Maker, we'll travel home. One day we'll say our final prayer And find the answer we've always sought. Nothing.
Nothing could keep me from reading this. My reaction is far from nothing.
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Were distance were nothing
And timing everything
The answer to the longing would be Something else.
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