SOUND OF NOTHINGNESS

Leaves fell apart,

will I though?

Sticking out isn't uncommon,

when trees called me offbeat.

Dreamt of a gleeful wee,

when there wasn't moral existence 

to commence with.

Acceptance is wise,

wise I haven't found yet.

Pleaded, I'm what you see

You ain't enough then, I heard.

River flowing across,

yet the fullness is found.

Eating my crumpet,

had been a filthy routine.

Heading out is decent,

abandoned was my reality.

I ain't better, I wept like an ocean.

Silence stood by me.

Years quit by,

the sound of nothingness

healed eventually.

-MJ