Poetry: Nothing

Mar 28, 2021

I am nothing.

empty

Unable to feel the pain and the loss.

numb

I am isolated; alone.

invisible

I am a raw nerve.

exposed

I am a dropped teacup, covered in a hairline web.

fractured

I am engulfed in a vast darkness.

drowning

I am clawing for the light.

fighting

I am the living dead.

surviving

-Amber Meeks, April 10, 2019

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