Nothing

Nothing

I’m darkness.
The other side of God.
Where angels cannot see,
and no help helps a lot.

Drawn close to the edge
of life’s master plan.
Looking straight through the mirror,
there’s no boy—surely no man.

Between nostalgia
and utopia.
Both are forever gone.
To go back to nothing.
A prize you’ve never won.

A heart shatters.
One relief:
if you wait,
nothing matters.

Yes, spring is merely
a lukewarm winter,
getting ready for
the summer of death.

That just leaves me.
One that wasn’t.
One that isn’t.
Will never be.