Nothing Is Something

Nothing Is Something
by Keaton Foster



So black
So dark
All empty
Nothing
Is something
Within me
Deeper still
Into a hole
Within a void
There
That place
An escape
Imagine darkness
Then take sadness
Combine then into one
Fuel for a fire
Burn them to ashes
Spread them wide
Fill each crease
Cover all blackness
With absolute emptiness
Make sure it can’t be seen
Nor can it be known
Dare not define
What cannot be described
Take your dullest knife
An begin to slice
And slash the ashes
Cut them down
Destroy them of shape
Make what they are unclear
Allow nothing to remain
An inescapable experience
Build them back up
Pile the ashes tall
Take all that was burned
Ignite them again
This time use more fuel
Find more that can be burned
Let the flame toil
Out of all control
Make an inferno
In a state devoid of oxygen
Force it to burn regardless
Or what it takes to burn
Nothing is something
When you make it out to be
Either by force or freewill
In a dark corner
In the deeper depths
That is where I’ll be
Admiring the fire
Seeing the light of nothing
As it burns every something
Into something less then ashes
Could ever hope to be
I am good in that place
In that ever-darkening way
I won’t make a sound
Nor have a reaction
I will just sit alone
And watch it all burn…



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024