Being Nothing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Nothing
Feeling tired, yet this mind is filled with an
effervescent energy that never seems to quit or
die.
Living each day equally, being nothing, finding
that life has been missing for some time now,
an emptiness crawling within.
Trying to hide itself, being afraid of nothing
but itself in the long run, alone and unwanted,
staying hidden on the reef of dismemberment.
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