Nothing

Thousands of warriors
celebrate life, and die
as the Wall turns into a Well
trying to quench its own thirst
trying to draw a parting of the lips
called a smile in its mind
before it dries out
before it becomes a void
bottomless hole
this Well that once was a Wall

You’ve seen me
so surely you know
I was an oak tree
now i’m a willow

Just as
words were fireflies
flickering in the night
but now they are gone
i sit in the dark
trying hard
to reach deep inside
and find something
true
to bring out
to share
but there is nothing

Nothing.

Digital Art by Steven Donnet