Nothingness

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There was
Always
Something
To do
There was
Always
Someone
To help
There was
Always
Somewhere
To go
There was
Always, the
Frenetic
Feverishness
That mocked
Us, with
Monotone
Monotony
Gnawing at
Our dis-ease
The virus
Of modernity
Coursing through
Us, with restless
Agitation and
Inferior insecurity
II
There was
Always
God
All seeing
All knowing
All intrusive
A recurrent
Theological infection
In the family’s DNA
Why wait
For judgement
Day
Double the
Effect and
Start today
The strain
Of salvation, a
Constant insecurity.
Faith’s amputation
The only remedy
For God’s intrusion
III
I have
Done, with
The all, the
All seeing
All knowing
All intrusive,
I have
Done, with
The always
Something
Someone
somewhere
I listened for
God, and he
Did not speak
I listened to
People, and they
Spoke to much
Now I
Hear, the
Echo of silence
The siren song
Of stillness
Sings to me
The sweet
Eternity
Of Nothingness
That nothingness
Which is not
Nothingness
But the presence
Of stillness
Completeness
The soundlessness
That absorbs
God
The quiet
That drowns
People’s voices
Nothingness
Calls to
Me

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