Nothing Poem by Marie Edward

The feeling of helplessness and crippling sadness,
The hopelessness and wonderment of nothing,
Black, dull, small nothing.
Burning hot; cold as ice, nothing even,
All jumbled into one nothing,
Plaid squares of nothing,
An open abyss of vast foreverness, holding nothing but itself.
Holding nothing at all.
An unseeing eye,
A deaf ear,
A mouth which can no longer taste,
A tongue which will never know the swift, trained ability of sound,
A nose forever plugged and unable to breath,
A sky filled with thick heavy clouds,
Which burst into unending flurries of rain,
Falling, dropping - drip, drip, dripping against wet earth and paved rodes,
Rolling and splashing and running across nothing and everything,
Leading into the vast, empty, beating sound of a broken river,
A heart,
Until all is still and dead.
But not gone.
Never gone.
Forever here, as nothing of consequence,
A blank canvas of time, spread out since the beginning,
But never finding an end which it so craves,
The solace of end,
The desire of now,
The hopelessness... the knowledge that beginning is not end.
And end never is, never was, and never will be.
Forever it stretches across the seas and rivers and oceans of nothing.
Of time,
Of sorrows and death and mourning and closure,
Until there is nothing left,
Until there is no one left,
And nothing remains.
Nothing but forever.
No death, but black, big, long, thick rivers of time.
Here is forever.
Her is now.
Here is gone.
Here is nothing, nothing, nothing!
Nothing is here,
So here there is nothing to mention,
And I need not mention nothing.