A birdy told me
That the world was my oyster.
A world filled with exciting new things to do,
to pursue, to continue, to grow.
Little did I know
that the lil birdy was a crow.
Casting me into the shadows of loss, betrayal
hatred and worse failure
Alone in a fabric jungle- a void of darkness
The muffled cries resonate.
No sound outside = no problem
My little box, asylum, prison, sanctuary
A beautiful place when you have
nowhere else to be.
How nothing can be something in that moment.
When life decides to cast you away
and give nothing.
The music has left me,
as well as the tears.
For now I will rest
in my little closest,
where nothingness resides