Nothing

[Helga]

Empty, alone,
once a beauty.
Standing by a mountain,
feeling old.
Haunted by ghosts
of the past,
of what's lost.
Lost and alone
filled with sorrow.
Empty, alone,
filled with horror.
Out of sight
out of reach,
life,love and longings.
Nothing.
Feels nothing,
has nothing,
wants nothing.
Is nothing.

[Jay]

Me likes, very nice :nod:

[Koa]

Really good.
I love the first 4 lines. The mountain gives it a particular concrete touch.

I certainly said that elsewhere Helga, but you often remind me of myself - or at least of my self of a quite recent past. This poem partly reminds me of many things I wrote, though it has some smarter moments...but the idea is very very near to my own obsessions.

[mono]

Empty, alone,
once a beauty.
Standing by a mountain,
feeling old.
Haunted by ghosts
of the past,
of what's lost.
Lost and alone
filled with sorrow.
Empty, alone,
filled with horror.
Out of sight
out of reach,
life,love and longings.
Nothing.
Feels nothing,
has nothing,
wants nothing.
Is nothing.
Beautiful, Ms. Helga. You use some of the most forward language that entrances the reader, piercing his/her mind to its painstaking depths. The somewhat presented nihilism in the numbness surrounding the theme of the piece reminds me so much of the beauty during some of the meditations while feeling melancholic - often the best time to write.
Nicely done! ;)

[Dreamer]

Feels nothing,
has nothing,
wants nothing.
Is nothing.

nice conclusion , I like it !