This is a poem of nothingness with no name,
Because from a broken heart it came,
Words and thoughts, left unsaid,
Deeds and things, left undid.
We come and go,
placing ourselves outside
The hearts and lives others.
They try and try,
but still we run and hide.
Why is it that we hold out
on those who mean the most?
Why is it that we brag and boast?
Why bother ourselves with petty things?
Why can’t we just enjoy the happiness that love brings?
We all need something in our lives,
something good,
Yet we evade doing the things we should.
Instead of work we play.
Instead of taking each moment,
we waste away the day.
But I say, no more.
Let’s hold each precious moment as it is, before
The end comes and takes us all away.
Now, that’s all that I say….