Nothing. Do you ever see it? I see it everyday. How empty this world and its pleasures. How fleeting its riches, how barren its comforts; how vanished its securities.
Nothing. Do you ever pursue it? I follow after it everyday. How disappointing when caught, when you remember it’s vapor. How sad it’s reward – more aptly named lost.
Nothing. Do you ever feel it? I feel it everyday. How hardened my heart, how gone my emotions. How the voice of my Beloved has lost its beloved place in my soul.
Nothing. Do you ever become it? I am nothing everyday. How less I am than a worm; worthless, rebellious dust. How little are my lamentations esteemed before the just.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
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You are not nothing.
Or a nothing.
Securities….they vanish time and time again….I chose to enjoy the ride yet even that has failed me….even my failures are starting to become boring….everything is just a broken record. I constantly try to please others because I can no longer feel joy, yet even that doesn’t make me joyful. It just destroys me more.