Nothingness

I am not much of a poem writer. I am more of a book writer and an action one at that however I occasionally really feel poems and they sort of just happen.

We are all floating,

On a surface of our everlasting world,

That will someday become nothing itself,

And we will all become the dirt that the next creatures trace on,

 

This reality,

This brutal yet promising reality,

Is what will drive us to live,

To live for the people that we love,

To live for the people that we hate,

To live for us because they’re really no second chances,

 

It burns,

Burns deep in the pit of our chest that sends energy coursing through our veins,

Energy that then takes us over,

Controls us to the point of trembling in anger,

For the hopes that we could possibly live beyond ourselves,

 

And yet we know that is an impossible task,

It’s a hope,

A true longing for a second chance that doesn’t exist,

If we don’t do what we need now,

Then perhaps we will never accomplish it,

 

There for leaving the reason we were ever on this earth behind,

Holding it there until even when we are dirt we are still hoping for something greater,

We will never get it,

And hoping for something that you will never get is pointless and painful,

 

But we are still floating,

Floating in that everlasting surface that is our world,

Our world that will one day leave us all behind for something greater,

Something better then we could ever be,

 

And we will end here,

Dirt and nothingness still holding onto that succeeding chance that is just beyond our reach.

Author's Note

I am a very honest person and I believe this is a very honest poem that shows a lot of what real people try to hold onto but can't because it isn't really there.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, even after we are gone, and we will be someday...there will be someone else on this planet...and we will just be a memory traced in the dust...
as you say...we need to cherish each moment...and appreciate all those who affect our lives one way or another.

an really nice prosy poem, here..
lots of heart in this...

[Brittany Bostic]

Thank you. I appreciate that.

[gabiaimee]

Sorry to be so picky (OCD problems) but the "they're" in the last line of the second stanza should be "there are" but I understand how a contraction fits a lot better into the line. Hmmmmm....

Ah yes, the inevitable nothingness that will become all of us (if that's what you believe). It makes some people so motivated and it makes others give up. I really appreciate those who strive for something greater because it is true that there really are no second chances. Just fathoming reality and mortality are so difficult!! I can barely hold onto it or express it myself. Wonderful words and wonderful write.

[Brittany Bostic]

Thanks so much! I know some people may not view it this way of course, it is a rather morbid way to think but I think that somebody has to do it.Thanks for the review!