As time takes toll,
Energy drains me through…
I’ve searched too long for nothing.
When I should have searched for you.
Dependable needs….
Succeeds….
To feed…
For anything,
Inside of nothing.
When my something,
Means everything to you.
You’re my something….
My anything and everything
Inside of what, was once nothing.
Empty…
Until, there was you.
This prolong hourglass,
Through sand reflections.
the smell of melted clocks
In fear for ink smeared rejection.
And the life,
That we once knew,
Outside the glass.
Gets smaller….
The taller it fills…
Nothing desires everything…
Everything requests for anything….
Anything looks for something…..
Some things are simply nothing….
But this anything, is really something….
~That something….
.
That something is you….~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. S1 could quite easily stand alone, the whole thing though is pretty creative and cleverly constructed. I like your play with words Empath. HG: -) xx