I scratched the surface, hoping to
find a doorway.
A moment, perhaps? A time, a location.
An end to these baron moments, but
nothing has happened.
The unknown has become nothing and
nothing has captured the moment.
The claws of nothing, sink deeper,
contaminating these moments.
I slowly see myself fading into fleeting
thoughts, whilst the perception of time
escapes the moment.
Drowning in the abyss, I wonder whether
the decent into nothing will cease.
The decent slows.
A flicker of light from the imagination,
penetrates the moment and nothing is
The ascension from nothing becomes a
The grip of nothing tightens to hold onto the
moment, whilst searching for hope.
But there is no hope in nothing and...nothing
eventually leads to something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem