I am nothing, and nothing will I be.
The world cannot create a joy,
Where none was meant to be.
Though to myself I may want life,
Life may not want me;
To e’er be fully-happy.
Though this itself is but a lie,
As fleeting as our lives,
For who can ever hope to die,
Having seen through heavens’ eyes?
O’ God why give life so devoid,
To beings who know its’ loss?
Where happiness: merely a dream,
Can’t be held-firm, time-across?
What then makes us keep going?
When nothing’s all there is?
When nothing’s what you get?
When nothing’s gained in end?
K. Aldaya, 2/20/06
Picture: “Twist in the Dark” by Nicola Bertellotti; http://derelictmetropolis.tumblr.com/post/33052711013/twist-in-the-dark-by-nicola-bertellotti