Nothing Poem by Rachel L. Moore

My pen flows across this page,
Saying nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.

What’s left to be said?
Nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.

My arguments have all been played.
It’s over I’ve been sentenced
To a justiceless punishment
Matched only by death.

It’s a torture succeeding in
Nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.

But what do you care of my opinion?
Nothing,
Nothing,
And above all nothing.