Nothing Poem by Hanah Smith

Nothing is my begining
And to nothing i return.
Nothing feeds my soul and warms my nights
And as nothing is my life and death,
So nothing sustains me...
And i care for nothing
Just as nothing cares for me.

I see nothing as clearly as sun-lined mountains.
I feel nothing as the ocean on sand-warmed skin.
I tell nothing to someones who come asking.
Nothing is my turth,
Nothing is my only reason,
Nothing is me,
And I, of course, am nothing.