Something. And Nothing

I looked inside
Nothing
Into the dark
Nothing
To find a voice
Nothing
And so I have
Nothing
And so I stole
Nothing
Echo, isn’t it

But nothing said
Nothing
And nothing did
Nothing
If nothing were
Something
Would have stolen
Something
I would have had
Something
Progress, isn’t it?

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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