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Cold Empty

by Ryan M Evon

Call me lonsome
And abandoned.
Take all reason
And disregard.

Show no mercy,
Only anger.
Cut my face off
And forget.

One more reason
To abandon.
Another call to
Forget me.

Now only death
Will surprise me.
Pain is forgotten
But I'm empty.

Call me nothing
And I'll answer.
Show me something
I can't see.

Holding on to
This cold empty
For no reason but
To hold something.

09/03/2002

Posted on 09/03/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ryan M Evon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/17/03 at 04:59 PM

Well, a thing called SOMETHING always emerges from a thing called NOTHING. Your poem is the proof.

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