the nothing

Days in sequence
of counting zeroes
competing to nothing
go back to the start
Tomorrow must be different
but the same dawn mirrors
on yesterday's face
unable to act

I wish time was clouds
that go after the wind
I wish I had that miraculous
Aeolus'  windbag
so I could cause a tornado
to send moments away
so I won't be creating
this draining pang

Brutal silence and throe
are authored by the night
"Let them be over!!"
but God says "Denied"
And I curse on him
for what I've become
an echo of hell
a fire that's damned

Malediction grew roots
the grass covered it
Attribution of hearts
a bittersweet pair
Earth is alone
I whirl in her turns
like a new empiror
I build on despair