I’ve got nothing and I sit here crying over nothing –
you ask what’s wrong and I say ‘nothing’
because what do you say when your problem is
nothing…

but something.

And this is the end of the line,
this is where the lights go out,
no warning,
I know this is it, but just stay here
a little while longer,
I don’t want to be alone just yet,
as long as we don’t have to talk…
I just want to know that you’re near.

just a little while longer
until my eyes adjust.
please.

Don’t try to understand,
no one ever understands,
to be afraid of your thoughts,
the ones you can’t control,
the ones you can’t comprehend,
I need you here so that they are not,
I’m not ready, I don’t understand,
I’m afraid of the dark,
I can’t see, I can’t see, please stay with me...
just as long as we don’t have to talk,
I have nothing, don’t leave me here with that.
please.

The solidification of all that is me
is disappointing to see,
hollow inside,
filled instead with the frustration and repression
of things accumulated over a seeming eternity,
buried so deep it’s a mystery to even the highest deity,
god if you will,
cleverly concealed by the guise of nothing.

Nothing is ever enough, it is never enough,
sitting here unable to do anything
but watch the damage engendered by inaction,
immobilization,
fear of the three ghosts,
the paralysing fear of stagnancy,
yet that is all that is left in the end,
my only consoling friend