The Harvest of Profound Nothingness

I search for a point of reference,

Something to which I can relate

I stand at a chaotic junction,

Where all lies of reality equate

The echoes in the distance,

Resound of a hope long lost

I chased after what was never real

And my peace of mind was the cost

I traded my conscience for indifference,

Because feelings can only give pain

But at the end of all these years,

I realize it was all in vain

I’ve been walking in circles of deception,

Ending up each time where I begin

They never leave me alone with the curse,

That exists in my mind, called ‘thought’

Reaping seeds of bitterness in my soul

Only nothingness, the harvest has brought!