The building has imploded
The bridge has buckled
The floods have done their thing
The fire has licked up the dust
There is nothing.

People's promises proved untrustworthy
The well meaning preacher's principles are unreliable
The mask of others have been exposed
Past experience seems irrelevant
There is nothing.

The emotions have numbed
The will has fluttered
The heart see two roads ahead, doubt,
The mind cries out
"There is nothing".

Times lapses
God is slow
The trapeze artist hovers in the air between release and catch
Discomfited
There is nothing.

Courage for another look
Cloud as a man's hand
The seventh time...long time
Lifts up the head from between the knees
There is something.