Sometimes I feel all of nothing,
Yes, it all fades away
Skitters to the edges
Turns its back on me.
Sometimes I hear all of nothing,
Cotton in my ears.
Shy away from song and sound
Turn to fright and fear.
Sometimes I see all of nothing,
Fog drops down a veil
Colours mix to monotone
Shapes away do sail.
Sometimes I taste all of nothing,
Wooden lips and tongue
Sawdust throat and rusted stomach,
No words to be sung.
Sometimes I smell all of nothing,
Scent sinks to the floor
And when I duck down to find it,
Its not there anymore.
Sometimes I am all of nothing,
Flake off, bit by bit
A hole is where my heart should be
Don't go on; just quit.
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Butterfly Ripples
PoesíaButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
