Trying to imagine nothing
and failing at something
so small
seeming
of a task.
Adamant,
that empty space
cannot be nothing
for it is space
filled with hope
and dreams
and the fabrications
of millions who hoped
and dreamed and failed.
Peculiar time,
night, as a wakeful mind
and tired body
compete
for attention.
Each losing.
In response to Three Word Wednesday and Poetic Asides Day 6