What We Have

To think how frightening it would be;

to think of literally nothing.

Because even thinking of pure darkness,

is comforting than its absence.

Because even darkness,

is not empty.

So why is everyone so fearful?

What everyone seems to complain,

“I see nothing.”

But can you see nothing?

Even the blackened void,

can be seen dancing.

But nothing is empty.

It’s neither still, nor active.

It does not stare, it does not wait.

But it strikes, and we beg;

for just a glimpse, just a shade

of anything.

So what do we really fear?

Experiencing nothingness,

or the ever full shadows of the night?

Even the dark has a friend,

but nothing is its own.

Be grateful and content,

that we will always have something.

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