I am wrapped tight
In a cocoon of mud
Crisscrossed sticks
And blades of grass
I am blood and tears
With glass and bone
And hardened fears
Stuck to my surface
I am old and cracked
Made of silt and sand
Made of salt and clay
And ruined day
I am the grumbling air
The catacombs echo
And the void of night
I am the emptiness
I am the endlessness
I am the journey
The life hard lived
I am the trapped soul
Imprisoned by skin
I am birth and death
And the nothingness
Exhaled by breathe




2 thoughts on “THE NOTHINGNESS

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s