Nothing

Only air in the fist.

Nothing to grab,
Nothing to save.
Nothing to stand on.

A foundation of sand,
Slipping into oblivion,
Through the shadows.

Hoping beyond hope,
That something comes,
Something changes,
Something reaches out.

Is it a lost cause to hope so?

To dream,
To caste a lot onto the dirt,
Counting on dim luck
To get one through some more.

Is there a chance at all?

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

2 thoughts on “Nothing”

  1. Thanks for reading my poem, and for commenting. I appreciate the compliments, too! If there is a sense of nihilism to it, it is not intentional. It’s not supposed to be philosophy, or a recipe for life. Just about feelings, really. Sometimes we feel all alone. That’s what this poem is about. Thanks again for your comment!

    gsb3

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