Poetry of Nada

Anything.

A peace at night comes nagging me
I decline to the sound of serenity
My slumber invites my spirit
But my brimful thoughts grit
Holding back to be dead in silence
Quite stubborn by leaving my dream's fence
I'd like to devour in my body's motion
Consider the course of my emotion
Turning in different ways
Sorting out my significant days
Which were the rocks stacked on my shoulders
Which were the smooth grass behind the boulders
But I am nowhere in this piece
I am neither in sorrow nor in bliss
But clearly I am lost and gone
Through words and moments; said and done
This might contain a capricious whim
Point of everything will go dim
My lines might be desultory
For my mind's a wheel of uncertainty
Now I'm growing futile
I can't internalize what I truly feel
One more inane line
In the end,it will still have my fancy sign.