It’s a Very Sad Thing to Be Nothing at All
Vandalizing, heart wrenching sorrow
Wipes all the pain away
And the earth’s moving vase of shadow
And the earth’s moving vase of shadow
Has more than what you have to weigh
Deep, empty, and shallow
Is all it’s core have left to give
Something small
Or anything tall
It’s a very sad thing to be nothing at all
Riding on a small brink
Of death’s cooling air
Too hopeless enough to think
Why life is so unfair
The wind picks up it’s tailor
Sewing laughter everywhere
You caught a wall
And watched me fall
It’s a very sad thing to be nothing at all
You watched me sink
While you hold onto life’s brink
Splattering into an endless void of dark ink
8 thoughts on "It’s a Very Sad Thing to Be Nothing at All"
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Like your other you shared with me, the music here is strong.
Can hear it, as each stanza closes to the last three lines.
Also like the center justification for this one.
Sorrow as “vandalizing” was unexpected and strong.
P.s. Welcome to LexPoMo!!
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I love the use of repetition here and the description “the earth’s moving vase of shadow” is great, balanced with the rhyme of “shadow”
Thank you!
I love this notion: The wind picks up it’s tailor
Sewing laughter everywhere
Thank goodness for the dark ink, like a tether against the wind
Thanks a lot!
I think the title itself is very powerful.