Void: Call, Lure and Escape

A poem about the feeling I like to avoid the most: nothingness void. And around the thoughts around that feeling I make, until I realize that feeling I don't hate, and for sure it will accompany me till the last of my days.

LA NADA

Nothing

Boredom

No, it isn't boredom

Since I’m anxious to do

But how can I when I’m just untrue?

*

Breeze, it comes

Breeze, it goes

The outside changes

The inside not as easy though

Believe me, I would

If I wasn't so numb

*

Hear the music swim through my ears

Through the left, it comes

Through the right, it seals

Where’s the spark in my eyes?

Where’s the lure of the night?

That by fear and ecstasy made me dance

And revolt into confusion with delight

By night I’m abandoned

And sadness didn’t say goodbye

But he’s leaving home now

*

Come on, Come on, Come on

Oh, Come on

Something!

…Something?

Please…

*

If the nature of death is this

That of a crucified immortal soul

As an observer recluded that sees

But doesn’t play, not even when the play is sole

Then give me Eternity!

*

If the nature of immortality is this

That of an overstimulated child

Who too, Oh too soon, runs out of its smile

On the top of the world and the slide

Decides not to fall down to not waste any time

Then give me Death!

*

But the true hell is indetermination

If there’s nothing there’s damnation

That’s why the ninth circle of hell

Has another new name:

Self Within!