Nothing... - Poem by Jacqui Broad
Looking for something to write,
I lay awake late at night.
Sometimes I see dawn changing the sky.
I have stopped asking the oblivious 'Why? '
No questions, no answers, no satisfaction.
Don't confuse movement with action.
I cannot move my hand to write,
so, I cannot close my eyes at night...
Comments about Nothing... by Jacqui Broad
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You