Nothing Poem by Caitlin Flynn

Nothing



A blank page,
With a specialty it doesn't own,
Like an empty cage,
Abandoned and alone.

Nothing,
To love would be foolish,
Like a bird with a broken wing,
Completely useless,

It's gone,
Nothingness filling the atmosphere,
Becoming dull and wrong,
As the excitement disappears,

It's just empty, plain, and bland,
Nothing special in the end.

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