The brilliant dark
is terrifying.
It is brighter
then any soul is dark
But darker
Then the power of any blazing suns light.
All this
And yet it is empty.
All you can hear
Is the echos
Of what was once laughter.
And clashes of fighters
And sighs of lovers
And screams of the dying
And the wars of nations
And it all funnels into nothing.
There is nothing left at the end
And that's where you
and I
end As well.
We are all
As individuals.
Just as vital as any nation.
And that is to say
Not at all.