NOTHNGNESS

Nothingness is a hole that weighs on the soul,
An echo of shadows without form or calm.
It's smoke without fire, ash without wind,
An invisible thread embroidering silence.
Nothingness is a well of mute reflection,
A silent cry that grows in the chest.
It has no outline, no shadow, no trace,
But it weighs us down, bends us, with jealousy
And even though it is nothing, it burdens us with the days,
it braids our dreams; it marks the paths for us.
Nothingness is mere shadows and whispers