In Nothingness.


“Trivialities interest me not,
The final prize I chase,
For when my share of pain exhausts,
True joy I will embrace.”

Seasons changed
And he remained.
Silently he bore his cross.

His quiet prayer
Kept him sane,
Smilingly he faced each loss.

And then one day
He realized,
Impervious he’d become,

The dark, long night
Had ended
But morning never would come.

No longer did he feel the pain,
Yet happiness he did not gain.

A perfect balance he had struck,
In nothingness, forever stuck.


Dedicated to those who believe that absence of pain is synonymous with happiness.