[Poetry] “Nothing”

There are parched moments, when all we can do is nothing.
Nothing I can do, possibly to reverse my parent’s aging,
the weathering away of love, a withering existence.
A reluctant mute spectator of the world around me,
is what I want to be, is what I am
when the choice left for me is one; nothing.
Nothing possibly will bring back time,
undo words of anger, remorse of regret,
Nothing possibly will stop the wicked laughter of fate
upon the crushed pearls of hope.
And when the end eventually arrives, at death
we fade into the chaotic calm of nothingness.

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