Nothing

In a world of everything,
I feel a numb nothing.  
It's tiring, as we search, scour, explore,
probe, pursue.
For a single trace of anything,  
that feels like something.  
That moment of thrill beyond the agony of simply existing.
 
What if we are here, alive, & there is just absolutely
nothing that lays beyond.
Human obliteration.  
A noiseless, sightless, touchless blackness.  
 
Or maybe our spirit, naked of flesh, still has a mind.
 a consciousness that survived,  
just to further agonize.