Nothing

so here it is.

i am running out of reasons.

i never really had a place to hide,

and my search is over.

 

my grand quest to find something else in me.

to rise above this thing with my name...

its over.

 

there is nothing else but what is here.

what you've seen, is what you get.

there wasnt much to begin with.

 

i am not endless,

because it all stops here.

 

i wish this was a declaration of my self-admiration,

for being my own, and being okay with what i have in me.

 

instead its a sudden realization,

that there is nothing left.

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this one night after waking up from my sleep, and it was my first thoughts. It remained unpublished for a few days, but I figured that was silly, who am I hiding it from?

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

This was an excellent piece. I really like: "i am not endless, because it all stops here."
Great work!

-Elissa :)