Nothing Poem by Richard D Remler

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there is no quiet,
no silken peace...
no gently whispered
thread of hope.

the trees, they bend
and scratch their
bony fingers into the
dark,and fight back
the echo that tears
at them.

and ice falls,
bitter cold and merciless,
striking my calloused skin,
mocking all that it
once was,

and never can be.

there is no quiet here,
no peaceable kingdom,
no pause from the storm,
no sigh to ever's wind...

here the leaves scatter
and the snow drifts
with a blind precision,
and the air tastes
electric,
empty,
alone.

and phantom shadows
sing into the night
with a sickly sweet
saccharin
venom,

that draws
my little strength,
and the darkness pulls
against my heart,

and there is a
sprinkle
of new blood
on the ground,
and on the blowing
grasses,
and in the wind.

and I fight to breathe,
to drink in
what is left of
my dark, infected air,
this beautiful
wickedness
that nips at my
broken skin
and laughs-

there is no quiet
to my solitude,
no hiding place,
no secret corner
free from
these shadows...

there is nothing


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