not the same morning
not the same day
not the same me
something changed
everything changed
no me
whom you know
words lost meaning
wind lost its memory
time gone
life won
not sadness nor happiness
nothing left
For nothing
like the world became less
no me
no feeling
no hope
no dreaming
like the heart only beats
to pump
And nothing
like the eyes only open
to cry
And nothing
like memories are only
of bygone days
And nothing
like tears are only
the everyday games
And nothing
like the soul is only
to live out
And nothing
like
Nothing else….
-By
~AK Traveler.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC
not the same morning
not the same day
not the same me
something changed
everything changed
no me
whom you know
words lost meaning
wind lost its memory
time gone
life won
not sadness nor happiness
nothing left
For nothing
like the world became less
no me
no feeling
no hope
no dreaming
like the heart only beats
to pump
And nothing
like the eyes only open
to cry
And nothing
like memories are only
of bygone days
And nothing
like tears are only
the everyday games
And nothing
like the soul is only
to live out
And nothing
like
Nothing else….
-By
~AK Traveler.
About “Nothing”
This isn’t a poem.
It’s what’s left when everything else is gone.
No love. No reason. No light left to follow.
Just breath moving because it has to,
a heart beating out of habit,
and eyes that forgot what it means to see.
It’s not about death —
it’s about being alive when everything inside already isn’t.
— AK Traveler