My Ballad of Nothing

A very deep and intricate poem on my fears coming to life.

 

My Ballad of Nothing

 

As my world went dark, I could hear my heart.

I heard it “pat a pat pat,” and woke up with a start.

I thought, “This isn’t real,”, but it felt real.

I jumped out of bed and ran my hands to feel,

But came up with a slight sensation of nothing.

I jumped around the place trying for something.

I ended up hitting my head on the wall,

Down I went through the well of darkness fall.

I grabbed for stability to keep from dying.

My mind jumped to find my heart to see if it was crying.

I kept grasping for something to hold on to,

But found nothing to support my way through.

This blackness hurt; I felt nothing but pain

Although I felt it, it was like a little sand grain.

The pain so acute that it just wasn’t there,

Just another small detail as fine as a hair.

I looked around once more before darkness took me

And found something that was just astonishing.

I saw an image of dejection and defeat.

It was me, looking dead and beat.

I felt like crying, my tears flowing through time,

Steadily falling to realities cruel rhyme.

I felt like a puzzle piece that just didn’t fit,

And then I look up from my haze and grit

Looked up to see my savior of something.

To see the light that would save my everything,

From the darkness and my ballad of nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brian Hardy

Author's Note

Just something I wipped up in class.

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

Very nicely done, and thank you for submitting this in my contest. It is worthy to be apart of the Broken Mirror Piece, and I am glad you shared it with us.

Sentiments from your local Mad Prophet
Keep up the work Friend

[Fran Marie]

A dark descriptive piece so very well expressed~ Well DonE!~Fran Marie

[Ms Jessica Renee]

Yet again the sense of darkness hints at a hidden pain you are unleashing. Even if I had the perfect life and couldn't relate to this, it is a piece that should hit at least one individual. We all have those moments when nothingness seems to be around and no matter how hard we try, the darkness comes forth...until a glimpse of hope finds it way out. This is a well written piece and I enjoyed experiencing the pain let be felt through every word. Bravo.

[The Mad Prophet]

Very good, and very well writen. This is the first piece I read of yours. I think the lot of them will be good. I found darkness comforting, and the thought of the unknown to be relaxing. Congrats on your fear.

[R. Warwick]

I imagine I would ordinarily be shocked at the dark place I feel this poem came from, if I couldn't deeply relate to it, I feel that it was written from a place that each of us (if not each writer) delves into in search of a reason to write, or perhaps a place to put themselves in the world. Am I reading too much in to this? I don't know, that's what I feel, I feel you are putting to paper a hollow feeling that we all relish, very nice, and nicely worded.