Beggining Middle And End Poem by ary bolanos

The beginning, middle and end of nothing is still something.
I realized there was nothing there
I realized I did care for naught and that too nimble
Too quick to hold and too close to swindle
I was tricked by the trickster in my own heart
Looked at mush and I found art
Really, I found nothing
Nothing to sustain me
Nothing to really pain me
Nothing to give me hope
Nothing to leave me alone
Nothing to grab on to
Nothing I could give you
Nothing but a dream of me and you that could never be a me and you so why do I see a me and you?
Because, the beginning, middle and end of nothing is
SOMETHING