There is nothing, there is no one, there’s no colour, there’s no light
And my feelings don’t cast shadows, and my heartbeat’s lost in tides;
There’s no sound to pierce or wound me, there’s nobody I could hurt
There is nothing to hold onto – not a particle of dirt
I am black, and cold and solid; I am blue and fluid and calm
I don’t think, I am not though of; I’m alive although I’ve drowned
My thick sorrow turns to rapture; my old scars all bleed and laugh
I’m dissolving, vaguely conscious of one thing: it’s not enough
Ghosts of numbers robbed of meaning by the abyss that I face
Drift away into oblivion: they can’t measure all this space
Where there’s nothing, where there’s no one, where I’m just another drop;
You… I wish I didn’t love you – because then I wouldn’t stop
“You… I wish I didn’t love you – because then I wouldn’t stop”
For that one line alone, I am glad I paused and read a few of your poems.
That is just pure and beautiful.
Thank you so much! It ought to be pure – the poem is dedicated to my mother :). It would hurt her if I didn’t remind myself to stop every time I’m tempted not to.