Thea Pound

Veteran Poet - 1,041 Points (Portsmouth, UK)

Nihility - Poem by Thea Pound

Whispers. Murmurs. Voices. All chattering
In the dark. Fingers claw at my brain,
But I can't tear them out; no rest tonight.
Even stumbling, tumbling,
Through the midnight nothingness,
There is no peace. No peace to be had.

Hope dissipates into the void of nihility,
Replaced by vague wanderings,
Rambling debates, screaming subjectivity,
Endless thoughts blur, overlapping
And indecipherable. The white noise
Drowns out anything coherent. Echoes.

Senseless echoes. Tides of pessimism,
And the taint of anarchy. The search for
Meaning in a meaningless world.
Foul whispers deny faith. No morality.
How then, could even justice exist,
In such a dream where truth itself is subjective.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, doubt, existentialism, questions

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Nihility by Thea Pound

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (6/29/2017 7:11:00 AM)

    But I can't tear them out
    There is no peace. No peace
    vague wanderings, The white noise
    Echoes. Tides of pessimism,
    denying faith, whispers, no morals
    . truth is objective... always. truth is never subjective.
    existentialism as a philosophy existed once. now it is gone and it should go.
    whatever takes away from the Truth that is God, it is destined to be doomed.
    We shall help all those who are in such state of mind to come out of it by giving them love, concern and real faith in God. thank you dear poetes. tony

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 28, 2017

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