Nothingness
[Verse]
Two spirits linger in the shadowed room
A jar of pills whispers sweet perfume
A bottle of wine sings a siren's call
Both waiting to catch me as I start to fall
[Chorus]
They promise peace where the chaos won’t grow
A quiet release from the ache I know
So I let them in
Let them take control
Sliding softly into the void’s cold hold
[Verse 2]
Their voices hum like a ghostly breeze
A soothing hymn meant to set me free
They bind my heart in their velvet chain
Saying they'll cradle me away from pain
[Chorus]
They promise peace where the chaos won’t grow
A quiet release from the ache I know
So I let them in
Let them take control
Sliding softly into the void’s cold hold
[Bridge]
The womb of nothingness pulls me tight
A hollow embrace in the endless night
But as I dissolve
Their faces fade
And I wonder if I’ve been betrayed
[Chorus]
They promised peace where the chaos won’t grow
A quiet release from the ache I know
But now I drift in the dark unknown
Two spirits left me here
All alone
About the Creator
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
Thank you for reading my work. Feel free to contact me with your thoughts or if you want to chat. [email protected]
Keep reading
More stories from Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
By Flower InBloom4 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
wow, so heartbreaking. I sat with my mom when she took her last breath, but my dad and brother died alone in the wee hours of the morning in the hospitals where they were admitted. They were both in comas but I often wonder if they felt as alone and I thought they were. It's sad and a reminder that as the body dies, our brains might still be aware that no one is there to hold our hands. GREAT poem. You did a fantastic job of rhyme and meter and thoughtfulness.