Nothing

 

how selfish and crude

i have become

by defiling and becoming dishonest

i wanted to know,

oh heart stricken

and sore eyes

i only come to find nothing.

 

my desire to read those hidden truths

have simply turned into nothing.

 

how much i had desired

to read those forbidden words

and by betraying,

i have felt betrayed

for in His poetic eyes, i was nothing

 

i had hope, wished and dreamed

that i had a significance

that i had inspired Him, helped Him

made Him want to write, love poetry

a ballad, a limerick, any sentence with symbolism of me

but i only to sub come to know

that i was merely nothing.

 

all the while of only being like a student

and a listener of letters

that is all i ever was

that is all i ever will be

nothing more, nothing less.

to my disappointment

i feel as if was nothing.

 

i am nothing,

for to Him i am nothing.