Nothing

What is nothing?
How does it feel?

Is it serene?
Or surreal?

Is it the darkest skies?
Or the defining lies?

Is it mourning of a lost love?
Or the pain of the dying dove?

Is it the dreamer that cannot dream?
Or the lover that cannot love?

Is it the darkness?
Or is it the light?

Is it my turmoil?
Or is it my blight?

Is it my death bell that knells?
--Or is it just for my soul?

Joseph Scott Craig