Nothingness
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Her eyes are scourged by nothingness, her mind
Feels blind, cannot find its happiness. Her
Hands are scared of witnesses, previewed kind
Precludes true bliss, nothingness wins -- preferred.
Her heart is purging speciousness, her kind
Of mind cannot find its happiness. Her
Hands are scarred by wishfulness, misaligned
By shallow mind, nothingness-sins transferred.
Her soul has merged with nothingness, confined,
Mankind cannot find its happiness. Her
Hands are scarfed by wistfulness, intertwined
With loneliness, nothingness grins – concurred.
Her life converged with nothingness, entwined,
Combined exists – nothingness twins, interred.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/23/05
God bless,
Sandie.
best wishes,
Carolyn
In my opinion you were saying that this merging and searching shows that nothingness is emptiness by selective choice. Risking love and hurt and acceptance and rejection is the core of feeling and appreciating growth, and even life itself.
blessin's
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