Nothing Poem by Sandra Feldman

Nothing



So lost,
Sadness has appeal,
Our lives hang,
From one thread,
Spider web, thin.

And yet we go on,
Groping in the dark,
Of our useless existence,
Like Autumn Leaves
Waiting to Fall.

Saturday, May 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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