A nothing place that goes unseen
When naïve eyes are turned away
Looking for clean and simple joy
In a world full of nothing but strife.

The ever-present hole that stretches far
From any given object to the next.
It’s always there to haunt our minds
Though we will never see it.

An empty space, so painfully hollow
Like forgotten personalities
Who seldom have fond memories
To fill their blank, plain minds.

A cold, desolate nothingness
That grins with eminent malice
And mocks the hopeful soul
With a low and heartless cackle.   

No one ever hears it,
Yet in hopeful minds it echoes
Telling those who try their best
Their efforts are for nothing.

They’ll keep on, for faith is strong,
A sentry guarding the castle,
For it is all they have.
All they have is nothing.

It is nothing that causes worrisome hearts
To pound with godly strength.
Timpani drums that boom so loud
They drown out other noise.

It is nothing that makes the strongest man cry,
Turns him into something else.
A child lost in a grown up’s world,
Harsh knowledge forced upon him.

Don’t ponder hidden meanings,
Don’t analyze your life,
For what you find will make you insane:
Nothing.