Poetry

Emptiness

I'm not happy.
I'm not sad.
I'm not sappy.
I'm not glad.
I'm not angry.
I'm not mad.
What I am is empty.
No emotion courses through my veins.
My thoughts are faint humming.
Too much.
Too much.
When will it stop?
No time for rest.
No time for everything.
Everything is happening,
Nothing is happening.
It's too slow.
It's too fast!
I feel like the vacuum of space
Empty and devoid of anything.
Nothing changes.
I am not excited.
I am not nervous.
I am nothing.
I am empty.