How do you feel
when there is nothing left to feel-
no more tears to cry
no more breath to breathe?

How do you face the sky,
when there are no more wings to fly,
no more legs to crawl,
no more strength to even move?

I try,
try to see a better place,
that shore beyond a limitless ocean
of grief and despair.

I cry,
choking on my sobs,
stifling the whimpers-
ignoring the tremours that wreck my weary body.

There is nothing-
nothing left to feel,
no trace of joy in my smile,
nor hint of pain in my grimace.


Nothing-- anti-existence. It is beautiful beyond words. It is nothing...