We are the Kings of Nowhere,
She is the Queen of Nothing
And it tears my heart
to watch her
fall apart
cause all we have is this
empty lot
filled with dreams
that have gone to rot.
And it tears my heart
to watch her
fall apart
because
We are the Kings of Nowhere,
She is the Queen of Nothing
The meaning is that of nothing,
The feeling is that of emptiness,
The look is that of blackness,
The sound is that of silence.
Yet,
The Hope is that of tomorrow,
The Dream is that of no sorrow,
The Wish is that of the future,
This is what I shall capture.
the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
I got nothing to say.
But ask me anything and I shall
Respond.
Original thought is tough to do,
Media and technology seems to do
everything for you.
When everything seems to have been done
What can one do to have some fun?
What is original, what is a copy?
Wait this is original and sort of fun…
Original Poetry 