Something From Nothing Inside the Blank Space of an Empty Mind
by: B.S.D.
Blank space inside my head and I see
nothing being made of nothing, but I
know there is something there where I
go to when all goes black.
Sometimes I think I see something
move in the background but it's nothing
important, just a glint shimmer of something
said to me long ago.
I look up above me and I cannot
see a god look down upon me so I will not
go forward, but I know I should not
sit here all alone.
Standing in a shinning bad place white as
glue. Blinded by my own empty eyes as
I try to find something to say as
I try to find something to do.
I can hear the birds crying
to get out as they are trying
to break free from their prison as,
some day soon, I will, too.
The blank space is nothing
and nothing is blank space.
Something spirals around in there somewhere
I can't see,
but it is there...
...somewhere...
...and it is me.
