It’s Nothing

We started with nothing,
without form just lifeless
beings dangling within the void.

Passionate words,
our voices could only emulate;
eternity’s promise we imagined.

Beguiled by the sins
of fallen angels; foolish
delights covered in darkness.

Tragic are the days;
we exasperate the moments
with poignant exaggeration.

Those deepest thoughts
washed away by laughter
rolling within the folly.

It’s nothing, really.

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