roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

Nothing in a Shell of Nothing

There was nothing there

It was pointless, it was broken

The people pointed to despair

But never had she spoken

I saw nothing roam about

She was pointing restless fingers

There was time, without a doubt

To watch the nothing cinders

The halls were empty

Nothing for miles

I thought about life's warranty

As the lonely nothing smiles

Nothing crept up on me

As I made my way to bed

Nothing wanted me free

From the troubles in my head

I sat awake as I cried

For it was then that nothing died

All the time it had been true

Nothing was like my sanity glue

Nothing in a shell of nothing, it's said

All is well if all is bad

I thought for a while about it all

Was nothing wrong? Nothing at all?