Nothing

sylviasearcher



Your silence screeches and scorches

As relentless, I continue scarring my fingers with torches

It's okay because by now my fingers have lost all feeling

No ointment or lotion could begin their healing

 

So instead I will offer my arms and feet

To carry my fading light into defeat

Broken and bruised, numb but still singing

A terrifying tune whispers, the end is beginning

 

And as it began with nothing

So must it end

All I ever was

To renegade,  pretend best friend?

 

We made me up inside my head

Just as we made me now let's end this dread

Dismember my body, beginning with my crazy head

Please don't stop, until I'm lifeless. Dead.

 

And as it began with nothing

So must it end

All I ever was 

To renegade, pretend best friend? 

 

We crafted me on sheets of poetry

Now screw me up and unravel me endlessly

With words that were never meant for me

Surrender me and watch me fight helplessly

 

And as it began

So must it end

All I ever was

To renegade, pretend best friend?

 

Nothing

Comes from Nothing

And something did not always exist

Go on kill me with silence

You cannot resist.

 

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2018 08:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: Only 18 plus as the YouTube clip has bad language in it.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A forceful and well rhymed outcry which highlights the phrase that Nothing comes from Nothing - - a potent read Sylvia

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks for not killing me with silence Faye

    • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

      "Crafted me on sheets of poetry" woww such creative lines in this awesome poem with great word choice and metaphors. Superb rhyming muse. Kudos.

      Pleez do review/add your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too . I like meeting new poets and their poems.

    • Neville

      sometimes we find something where nothing once was...
      there is nothing quite like silence, is there.. enjoyed N

      • sylviasearcher

        Oh there is nothing like his silence. I was a bit upset/angry? when I wrote this.

        It was cathartic.

        I think he did not enjoy this one?

        • Neville

          maybe.. but maybe he did



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