Real Nothingness

May 13, 2009
By Catherine O&#39Halloran SILVER, Woburn, Massachusetts
Catherine O&#39Halloran SILVER, Woburn, Massachusetts
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Somehow someway, I lost myself,
in all of this, in all of you.

You built me up and broke me down
and now I’m not sure what’s real.

I can’t find solid ground,
my footing is slipping.
Each time I think I’m okay,
it’s a false realization, that I’m better today.

Alone, it’s safe to think,
to believe my own mind, or so I thought.

In time I’ll find,
myself, my life, and a new.

Until then I’ll stay, lost in an oblivion of wonder and lies,
on a bed of hidden truths and daggers I’ll lay,
until the rain clears the hallucination,
and I feel real nothingness.


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