Reflections of nothingness

The title of the post is of a poem I wrote on 2001. It was one of the very few things that I wrote, that I had shared. And the first one whom I shared, the one who gave it the title, he like it so much that he would write a song for it. That didn't happened, but sharing something that inspires people is the best reward of you deciding to open up. Because the creative procedure is an exposure, a vulnerability. This poem speaks about these emotions. The order is reverse, in the end all  that remains is a blank state as your mind has been overwhelmed by the other feelings. Sometimes you are back in phase one, sometimes the emptiness remains longer than you wish for.

Reflections of nothingness

I have never felt so empty in my life

Empty of emotions

Empty as the dead man's soul feel it's body

dry 
smelling the rotten air passing through it

 and frail

with no sense of weight

Like and old castle made of sand and salt

which disperse from the wind

Insanity is a thin line 

between wisdom and divine

And I'm laying numb upon that line

Laying

as the man who's body has been left hit

upon asphalt one Sunday noon

Laying

Feeling his bones crashed

Leaving his soul and blood slip

underneath the sun

Lifeless I feel

Like the long sleeping man

trapped in his dreams

waiting for the wake

Being like the non dead creature only in the dark

And lonely I feel

Abandoned

As the stabbed to death man feels solitude

So intense

As the pain from the blade

that torn his body