NOTHING BUT NOTHING

Emily Gledhill

Misty fields splintered by rain
Light no longer exists
Buried behind clouds
I feel no welcome for me

Nothing to hear or listen to
But the rushing wind
Causing the trees to cower in agony
As the darkness hums

The mourn of an owl
Cuts the air
Before the shower
Cleanses the cry clean

The tired nothingness surrenders
For it can give no more to the day
Even if it wanted to
I stand masked

Nothing: About Me