The Nothingness

The stifling boredom sends numbness to my head,
searching in vain my memories
for something that was said.
Only grains of sand with no seeds of greenery,
baroness, and bleakness,
no sense of scenery.

Clutching and grasping, the silence is cold
clawing at something,
or anything I can hold.
The rigidness so empty and I'm all alone,
petrified and lost,
I am just skin and bone.

Relentlessly searching and grappling at straws,
the nothingness seeps
and creeps out of my pores.
The ticking and tocking,
this worlds an empty shell,
staring at the stars whilst descending t'ward hell.

Please give me a sign, its something I have earned,
after sixteen years of teaching
nothing has been learnt.
I am left in a vacuum,
please just show me the way,
My casket is calling on this nihilistic day.

Copyright EyeCeyE 2004