Off, off. Just off.
World off;
Life off;
Everything off.
Then, there would be nothing.
Just the silence of sound,
But the nothing suffocates,
And the silence deafens.
What to do?
I ponder,
But it only makes me hurt
I cannot explain the tears.
They pool my eyes.
All I know is
I held them back for so long.
Now they've come back
For revenge.
I've learned about sadness.
It does not like being chambered.
Yet, it chambers everyone else.
Does it not understand?
Or maybe it's just a feeling.
I yearn for it's absence.
Go away. Turn off.
Off sadness;
Off pain;
Off everything.
I want nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Everything, Nothing
PoetryYour dreams are supposed to give you solace, but what if what followed was filled with pain, desolation, and confusion? You want to do something, but you are clueless. All you know is that everything's wrong, and nothing's right. Enjoy the poetry...
