I wish it wasn?t, but it is.
It's not an empty concept, but a substance given form.
Nothing is that viscous fluid that coats my throat with sorrow,
That gives me that sinking feeling in my heart.
Nothing is that grey fog that makes the world look drab,
That crushing weight upon my shoulders.
When I look ahead and see nothing,
It?s the most fearsome thing in the world.
And yet when I scream and reach out to clutch an arm,
All that is there is Nothing.
Because Nothing is alive.
Nothing is that hand I reach for as I fall,
And find it slip from my fingers
When there was never really anyone there.
It's a spider that traps me in its web,
It cocoons and sucks the life away.
When you live with Nothing, Nothing in turn lives with you.
That constant companion.
Because Nothing will always be there,
When no one else will.