Being Without Description Poem by Barry Middleton

the verb to be cannot think
it cannot wake at dawn

it hides within a restless sleep
enduring and withdrawn

I have often sought this place
elusive as a dream

the serenity of emptiness
to finally rule supreme

is this too much to ask of life
the silence of a sunset

to listen to the stillness there
without a cruel regret

for only being sets us free
seasons come and go

existence graces me but once
that's all I need to know