This Nothingness That Makes Us Full
the world grieves
for nothing
i work hard
to an extent there
are days which are so busy
that i have no time
to wash my face
or see myself in a mirror
plaque builds up inside my gums
my teeth feel like
a rugged rock
i sweat
i am humid
most of the times
i hurt myself pushing it much
like a dagger
to my own arm
and i know i get nothing
for all these
it is indeed an honor
when i finally get nothing back
with me
for it is the essence of
our existence
this nothingness that
shall make
us full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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