Nothing But The Truth

I wrote this poem one night with nothing really in mind. Was determined to write about nothing and one of my favorite poems came from it.

Look inside my heart and soul

And tell me what you see.

You see nothing at all.

You see only me.

 

I do not see, but I see all.

I do not feel, but the pain is deafening.

It’s tearing inside devouring nothing in its path.

 

What you see is what you get,

But you get nothing at all.

Try to understand any of this

And it will cause you to fall.

You try to understand any of this,

But there’s nothing at all.

 

You try, but you cannot.

You say you do, but you do not.

All of this you say are lies.

All of this you say are sins.

 

Nothing is here.

So stop trying to see.

Stop acting like you care for me.

For to tell the truth;

To tell not in sin.

To tell you of how I feel inside.

 

Nothing is there.

Nothing but air.

And to tell the truth

I really don’t care.

 

Reviews

[deeps]

I love this one, so amazing, can relate to this very well. I know the feelings.

[mischeif]

Wow, Thats some poem.

I love the way it rhymes and it flows really well from one line to the next. The first line really caught my attenion and then the ending line I don't really care seemed to finish it off nicely.