- this is not a poem -

Pain;

 fuelling my fingers 

with the richest 

form of 

getting lost

I am nothing

but the 

words that I

write

and now

reality has

 blended 

into my

dreams and

altering 

them into

nightmares

I am drowning

in silence the

unsaid

can't cry empty

eyes and

photographed

smiles

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

yes i agree you are far from nothing, we are all originals one of a kind, precious, made for something in this world even if we dont know what it is what purpose yet we were made for a purpose some never find it, im still looking searching ....keep writing ...xx

[sweetest-lil-sorrow]

thank you so much

[Butters]

Perfect poem to post here as most of us can relate.

[Elaine]

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich.

[I Am Svetlana]

I love the images within this piece. I also caught an interest when I read the title, it seemed different and intriguing. Great work!

[Relic]

It's fine to write your feelings down. To express what you are thinking. But you are far from nothing. Just sayin.