How Can Nothing Come Undone Poem by Sue Sure

How can nothing come undone
It has no thing,
no shape,
no form,
no scope,
no scorn,
How can nothing come undone
When all it does is sit and shun
Year after year in the closet corner
Waiting for someone to rock the mortar
It drinks my tea, and steals my food,
Mocks me in the living room,
Takes my friend and beats my ego
Even tries to lock me, when I-must-go.
It shreds apart all of my papers
Tosses away the last of my saviors,
Then sits there too still, salty, like a jar of capers.
How can nothing come undone,
if there is no thing
to the thing at all,
Yet it still closes me tight,
With a frigid hand that drags on the night.
No knife, no tragedy, no hope,
can break away this Nothing bloke.
How can nothing come undone,
if one should find out,
please let me know,
so I can be,
rid of this stow,
and finally,
be done with nothing.
Nothing to know.