What am I to write about,
Today?
The feeling of Nothing,
With nothing to say?
The molten lava,
Life's volcano spews,
Exacerbated, by the lies,
Of a motley crew,
For there are no friends,
That's nothing, new.
What am I to write about,
Today?
And tomorrow, and everyday,
When nothing really changes,
And today is just as lonely,
As yesterday,
And tomorrow will be,
Just as lonely as today
When even the Wind,
Has nothing to say,
What will I write about tomorrow
Gray, upon gray, upon Gray?
The pain and the loneliness, truly felt in this write. Amazingly written! TOP Marks Full and Thanks for sharing
A Very Thought-provoking poem and excellently thought and written.5 Stars Full, dear Poetess TFS
The world becomes a big void When tomorrow has nothing to offer, For, living in the past laurels Nothing on you does it confer
Outstanding title, love this poem, I can feel it, the pain of loneliness is so well conveyed here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pen is our scout, we dare not send him into the gray for the worker is indeed worthy of his wages, lonely pages upon pages upon the gray.
I understand this poem so very well, great write!
Sometimes the pen goes into the gray on its own and we have nothing to say about it. Yes, and it is lonely there. Gray, the loneliest color.
Bill, thank you for reading and for the insight in your comments. Very appreciated. Sorry if this poem is not a happy one. Seems we all have our ' Nothing, moments ' Also, thanks for the very nice compliment for this poem.