Poem: Nothing Ache


Sometimes it’s nothing

that creates such ache:

tooth head stomach heart

all crying.

Emptiness taking up space

Homeless grieving

a bulldozed shack of poverty

All they ever had saved

in trash bags as luggage

irreplaceably gone or dying.

Heart dead as a cemetery

and Hope falls apart

afraid of the dark.



  1. The ache of material nothingness is something many people will never understand, and the many who do understand will have been unfortunate to have gained such understanding. A beautiful write.

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    1. I’m sorry you experienced homelessness, it must have been incredibly difficult. I only couch surfed at various times and those times made me treasure the simple luxuries of modern life in the US.


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