True Nothingness

I can sense it all around you.

That cold, ugly bitterness wrapped around you in a little tiny bow.

Your brooding strides moving in uneven pace.

The cries of a thousand flakes as one by one they break.

You flood the river banks of seemingly insignificant creatures.

All in an instant, there is nothing.

But it is not truly nothing.

You contemplate for just a moment and none longer, almost finally understanding the devastation you've caused.

But then, you repeat.

You repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

And you still continue to give that sole moment of rest.

Are you trying to feel the remorse that stirs inside your soul?

Or does neither exist inside you?

And then finally, you come to your senses as you realize everything you have done.

But as you look around, you realize it's too late, nothing exists anymore.

Yet, it is not truly nothing.

And it is there, amidst the false nothingness, you weep.

You weep until you are consumed, and drown.

And then, there is truly nothing left.