Being Nothing

I tried not being nothing,
But it was hard to do;
And I suppose that’s everything
To somebody like you

Who’s never known of nothing,
Or felt the icy breath
Of feeling all the life you have
Is little more

Than death

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Owen Servant

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