The Reaper's Blade

Nothing, what a fearsome blade,
by which our lives will end.
But think of thinking Nothing-
where can I begin?
Not dark nor light nor hot nor cold,
nor hate nor love nor fear-
can you think of Nothing?
If you can, goodbye me dear.
For if Silence shows her hand to you
and Nothing cuts you up,
then let me say I love you for
you're never waking up.

Author's Note

Third in a series of relatively short poems

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

if silence shows
her hand to you.
Nice write.