Nothing

Here lies nothing

A simple thought

From a frantic mind

Sitting here on the edge

So easily deceived

Visions so grand

Yet not to be believed

Waiting to hear the truth

Lips that have not spoken

A promise soon is broken

If I can yet feel it 

Does that make it real?

Holding in my hands

Feelings time will steal

We speak of heart 

Long for a soul

Simple tricksters concepts

To make ourselves feel whole

Never more, never less

A small, infinite place to be

Awakened in the blackest dark

The smallest spark sets me free