A Void that Persists



Cipher, naught, nothing

Just nothing!

Crosses my mind at the moment

No great notions,

Ingenious ideas

Or wild fantasies

No fever whatsoever

To torment

My soul

Or to wreck havoc

In my heart

Neither any merriment

Nor the sorrow

That tears apart

As this fruitless numbness pervades,

Everything else is drowned

Eyes droop

And I lay

As if unconscious

On the sandy beaches

And watch

The waves strike the rocks

With all their might

But they too begin to fade

And there is no light.

*I have used the term cipher in the second line to mean zero and not in the usual sense of a puzzle or a secret code.

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Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

Awesome poem-the fruitless numbness. Ouch-been there a few times. Very lovely work. Rated awesome.

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TicksProfessional 5 years ago from Lucknow India Author

Denise thank you for being the first one to comment on this hub. Fruitless numbness is how most people feel at some point in their lives.

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