I am nothingA Story by Doux PolverenereThe meaning of self reflection
Once in a dream I turned into a piece of Nothing.
Nothing to love, nothing to hate. Nothing beautiful, nothing ugly. I was perfect, I was not. I felt trapped in my darkness; Walking and flying through crowds of life unseen. Someone please help me. I cried to the smiling sun, Even today I wondered why. And the sun told me. The sky is for the birds and clouds, the unfaithful-ordinary ideology of a mystified mind; they will never go beyond it, no matter how hard they try- Because it is all they see. Don't let their limits be yours. For Beyond the sun is an infinite energy of Nothing. Now you know the limit was you all along. Because from Nothing comes Something, you have to decide what.... © 2018 Doux Polverenere |
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1 Review Added on March 21, 2018 Last Updated on March 21, 2018 Tags: prose, inspiration, philosophy AuthorDoux Polverenerepolokwane, dendron, South AfricaAboutPolvereNere( Italian for Black Dust),a writer of philosophy, simplistic poems and stories. I write with the wave of my life experiences and the voice within me. I am nothing more than A forgotten sou.. more..Writing
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