Hopeless
What is hope?
In the midst of this chaotic embrace,
But a fallacy. A thing
Unseen, the nature of god
In a broken mind is eternal.
A shattered nature shaped
By fractured nurturing is no faithful testimony;
Instead a faithless testament to
The legacy of incomplete things, people.
Places, it would seem, are no escape
From them. From the
Core of absence comes nothing
And nothing, and nothing.
And nothingness as a symptom thrives
Endlessly, even in a sunrise through
The empty eyes of a witness.
And so I look because I must; cause
Not seeing is a vacuum of existence
That others cannot bear.
And nothing gives hope sometimes, not
The endearment of a new heart nor the
Comfort of an old one. Nor the
Music of a thousand kindred fingers.
Even the understanding of a stranger.
So loss becomes a condition. A state of being in
A universe that holds no meaning, until
The void is not a threat. Because salvation can
Bring no fear of it, beyond my reach there is
Nothing and nothing,
And nothing, and nothing.