Here I am, and that is nowhere.
Somewhere that isn’t a place.
Living, breathing, growing older,
Between the folds of space.
So many things here, but still there is nothing,
Such noise, but still so quiet,
There are colors here that don’t exist,
So dull, so dull and vibrant.
Here I am, and that is nowhere.
There is nothing that I can trust,
Everything is nothing here,
Empty holes and swirling dust.
-SilentSymphonies
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I’ve had the worst writer’s block. absolute torture. Reading this, I realize that it holds some similarity to a previous poem of mine, The Nothing Song.
you write beyond your age. I feel like you’ve got an “old soul”. It is a profound thing to realize ones own nothingness, it’s the beginning of wisdom. A very well done write. As far as writers block goes, that’s all in your head. get out of there. just sit down and simply write, don’t try to “manage” it, just write…and you will find that your hidden mind will come out from behind.
thank you so much Gregory54! your comments always make my day ^-^
poignant, feel like I’m in the same nowhere, with lots of noise and things around but nothing is real and I’m just getting older. Good write.
thank you! i’ve been interested to see how others perceive my poetry.