Zero

I hear but echoes
In a dark place,
Faint and distant
Like a silent wail;
Walls surround me,
I’m unchained
But in circles
I run
And there’s nothing else,
Just that little sound,
A tiny cluster
In a sullen night sky,
A triad singing
Warm melodies
To stop the tremors
Lulling me to sleep
In this pseudo-silence,
I hear nothing
I see nothing
But alas, I say,
In this wretched world,
Nothing matters
Nothing remains
And nothing goes a long way.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


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