Poem: Nothing

Nothing

Clock ticks

Counting down windows of opportunity

Until the squeeze is felt

It pinches

Chokes

And it leaves one with vanquished resolve

The aloneness is palpable

Any promise, but a lie’s nom de guerre

Eventually waking up

Taking in reflections

Seeing nothing

Nothing

Nothing at all

Some clouds have no silver lining

They are dark, wide and threatening

And when the rains come

They’ve always come

The torrent never relents

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