Sequel

So here I am
Thinking
About the thoughts
That won't come
About the fututre.
And as I think
My mind swirls
And the nothingness
That comes in waves
Stops.
Its holds in place no purpose
For me.
For him
For her
Because when I look at the sky
Its not stars that I see
But a blank canvas of
Nothing.
And its not that nothing that scares me
Its that the void
Isn't the sky
But its me
Beyond the earth of what it can fathom
Beyond the bleak and endess life
Is a canvas
My canvas
Suspended in the sky.
Waiting.
For me to paint it
And to see the stars
That fill the void
Within my soul

This poem is about: 
Me

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