The Everything of Nothing

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


An outstandingly, overwhelmingly, unabashedly, and [unfortunately] ordinary lamentation of grief.

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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in the days you've been gone,
tears roll like boulders
heavied by the broken in my heart
i am carried away
taken
lost
in what cannot, will not be found
and now the emptiness overcomes
and there is only nothing
nothing nothing

how dare the alarms still chime
cars still drive
people mill about
mind their business
how dare they trod streets
busied by commercialism,
capitalizing
the materialistic toilings of modern living
i didn’t get to show you the new shoes
making busy, occupied
with so much nothing,
nothing nothing

cappuccinos, floppy hats, white wine spritzers, sunday crosswords
empty things
no longer enjoyed
do they not feel this storm
live in it every day
is this not a part of life
the part of life
so run of the mill
as seen on tv
rated G
Bambi
nothing new,
nothing nothing

how can there be talk
or no talk
how can there be any correctness
so sorry
chin up
what can they say
muttered nothings
barely sweet
just nothing,
nothing nothing

moving ahead,
labouring on
where does it come from
where is the engine
and how does it ignite
where is the umbrella
any small refuge
how can this be the overwhelmingly ordinary reality
when you were here once
and you were
everything


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