Nothing
The whisper . . . whisper . . . whisper,
Echos in the hollow . . . hollow . . hollow
Echos . . . echos . . . echos in each crevice of the void
Building on itself
Building as it ricochets through nothing
Off nothing
And is absorbed by nothing
Giving no release
Giving no mercy from the unspoken whisper
From the silent thunder
From the deafening crash of silence
Of nothing
© Jennifer Hill 2000
My definition of lonliness . . .
