The darkness which has settled in my soul,
messes with my very thoughts, what is truly just my own, nothingness is mine
Can not you try to see as I see? The death of those whoes souls are free, Atleast I know by end of sun that nothingness is mine,
Don't sorrow for me for tears you will shed, will wash the spots for which I've bled, I leave behind to all I own that nothingness is mine,
Does these few lines speak to your soul, mean nothing to you? Not at all, and as you read take what I own.
For nothingness is mine.

Nothingness is everyones
They can have it
without asking.
We all posess it, we just don't all have it at hand.
Great poem. I know you. We have fed together at one time. Remember?
Lucas?
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Tami, your poem seems sad, but oh, honey, your talent makes me dance. Lida Jo from Union, O.
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Uh no I do not know a Lucas.
I think you mistaked me for someone else Lucas, sorry.
-Tami