NOTHING
I could be many things,
until the world inside me turned barren,
and now I choose to be 'nothing'!!
I feel the storms inside me,
tossing the sands in the deserted lands,
of my soul!
Who am I?
a piece of crumpled paper,
a leaf fallen from the tree,
crushed underneath a million feet,
who am I?
so very empty and so very incomplete!!
So I tell myself often,
I am 'nothing'..
until the world inside me turned barren,
and now I choose to be 'nothing'!!
I feel the storms inside me,
tossing the sands in the deserted lands,
of my soul!
Who am I?
a piece of crumpled paper,
a leaf fallen from the tree,
crushed underneath a million feet,
who am I?
so very empty and so very incomplete!!
So I tell myself often,
I am 'nothing'..
that was good, melancholic words weaving a clear picture of a depressed soul.
ReplyDeleteSadly we batter ourselves with a harsh inner voice...you have stated it so well in this piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
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