Nothingness

The drought is here, it has arrived,
No drop of water has survived.
The emptiness has settled in,
Erasing all that could have been.

No sign of life, of breathing words,
No music heard, no stunning chords,
No art to see and none to give,
Nothing unique, my soul to feed.

All that is left, a deathless pause
Lengthens the stillness which arose,
Piercing my ears—a silent scream
Perpetuated by the dream.

A dream of greatness: incomplete,
Replaced by sour, cruel defeat.
A dream of wonders, each one gone,
Leaving creation far behind.

Just a deserted, empty shell,
With no more magic to compel.
The words are gone—flew with the wind,
While signs of art began to shrink.

Deserted shell and empty mind,
Deserted soul and empty heart,
Mirages dance so gracefully…
Blink of an eye: reality.

– Patricia