Nihility Poem by Thea Pound

Whispers. Murmurs. Voices. All chattering
In the dark. Fingers claw at my brain,
But I can't tear them out; no rest tonight.
Even stumbling, tumbling,
Through the midnight nothingness,
There is no peace. No peace to be had.

Hope dissipates into the void of nihility,
Replaced by vague wanderings,
Rambling debates, screaming subjectivity,
Endless thoughts blur, overlapping
And indecipherable. The white noise
Drowns out anything coherent. Echoes.

Senseless echoes. Tides of pessimism,
And the taint of anarchy. The search for
Meaning in a meaningless world.
Foul whispers deny faith. No morality.
How then, could even justice exist,
In such a dream where truth itself is subjective.