Alone
Location
A dark waistland surounds me,
all I see is nothing,
but nothing dosen't see me.
The emptyness swallows me whole,
but as I enter its throat,
It spits me back out into the Valley of Nowhere.
I am alone.
I feel nothing, I see nothing.
But nothing is something isn't it?
So perhaps, I am not alone but surrounded by nothing.
Nothing is my friend now and he will never leave me,
like others have before
This poem is about:
Me