The Nothingness

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The Nothingness

You can make a simple choice
Let poetry become your voice
With twists you want to aggravate
No grace, no soul, just speak then wait.

A shadow in a cardigan
Stooped and shuffling, tired old man
Too stiff to crawl, can barely walk
His begging bowl is filled with chalk

As he sets out to fill the street
With written words made bittersweet,
By passing feet that make them fade.
He carries on though he's afraid

That silence might deny each line.
He's always writing to define
The truth of people's apathy
Still hoping that someone will see

The poetry laid in the dirt
That tries to make them see the hurt
Of nothingness behind the wall
Of faces that won't see at all.

c 2011 Pam H. Murray