The Truth About NothingA Poem by KillerWithWordsNothing always means something...The Truth About Nothing: “Hey, What’s up with you.” “Nothing.” This word always means
something. “Decipher me” is what
she really means. Dig past my ambiguity,
find that kernel. There’s something to my
nothing. But I’m not saying it
right now. Which, also says
something about that something. FIND! FIND IT! She silently
screams. Go search she says
while glaring angrily. “What is it?” intrigues
the boy. “Nothing, Nothing,
Nothing” says the girl. It is your job to find this
thought. Use your intellect and
reason to get to it. “Are you mad?”
questions the boy. Shrug, shrug, shrug.
Shrugs the girl. “Is everything okay” he
re-asks. Nod, nod, nod. Nods the
girl. Oboy, thinks the boy.
This looks real bad. She’s slipped to the
dark side and gone completely mad. He sits down for a
moment allowing the news to settle. Out screams a response,
“You don’t even care a little!” A raised eyebrow
emerges from his slump. Neurotic she must be,
her “okay-ness” was just noted. “I got a new pair of
shoes and you didn’t even notice!” © 2012 KillerWithWordsAuthor's Note
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