Monday, September 21, 2009

unspoken


I keep hidden

deep

beyond the bottom

of my heart,

in a place

that does not exist,

a singular Nothing,

the presence of which

no longer causes grief

or pain.

No sense of loss,

no suffering remain,

at least that you might notice,

but behind every thought,

between each breath,

I am keenly aware

of this hollowness,

this empty space

which is not there.

2 comments:

Athelas said...

"...a singular Nothing, the presence of which..."

you really live

Woman in a Window said...

I am instinctually drawn to this nothing and your poem.
xo
erin