The ghost of nothing came to me,
Visited my soul,
Asked me questions I could not answer,
Responses trapped inside a hole
Of unknowing.
The ghost of nothing follows close
Chasing all its chances,
Searches me, my fantasies,
All my childish fancies
And hopes.
The ghost of nothing breathes my air,
Quenches all my fire,
Seeks to suck all sanctuary
In effort to conspire
Against will.
The ghost of nothing steals and flees,
Taking all away
Till emptiness and nothingness
Overtake and stay,
For a while.
The ghost of nothing once departed
Leaves a gaping wound
That starts to heal when nothing’s left.
Nothing left but the sound
Of silence.
The ghost of nothing hides away
And watches from way back,
Waiting till well fills once more
And plans renewed attack,
With force.
The ghost of nothing, once full known
Betrays its battle plans,
Self, protects from aching void
And takes a different stance
Of defiance and faith
And optimism.
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