- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nothing Much
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Nothing Much
Welling up over dam after dam.
Flooding the endless spaces of my soul.
The hollowness within.
The ache builds and builds.
A flood of nothingness.
A torrent of pain.
So much it hurts.
At last I understand what they meant.
Too late now.
No more chances.
Only the pain.
The hollow emptiness.
She’s gone.
And I can’t reach her.
Not any more.
The echoing anguish.
Alone with myself.
Deep inside of me.
HOW CAN IT HURT SO MUCH?
I look for a wound.
Nothing to be found.
A bloodless cut.
Something’s gone, but nothing’s missing.
Why?
One last chance?
If only I had the courage.
But I never ever did.
Never will.
And everyone suffers for that.
Especially me.
I am so sorry.
