Everything In Nothing Poem by Mind Of The Sleepless Mind Of The Sleepless

Sit here unwanted.
I'm always in the air, on the ground, or out your window.
I go beyond barriers.
I touch new lands.

Though I have been spit on, ripped but never gone.
You wash, burn and forget me.
I'm under your bed, in your backyard, and always everywhere.

You always try to kill me out of disgust.
I was once yours.
I used to hold meaning.
I was made from everything,
Now I'm nothing.

Little beings use me to exist.
My experience is meaningless and meaningful.