Sometimes,
Sometimes most of the time,
I feel nothing.
Nothing at all.
No joy or sorrow,
No rise or fall,
Just a quiet void,
A distant, hollow call.
Emotions fade,
Like shadows on a wall,
Leaving only echoes,
Of nothing at all.
I search within,
For something to hold,
But find only silence,
A story untold.
Sometimes,
Sometimes most of the time,
I feel nothing,
And let the stillness fall.