Nothing at All

Shannon Pugh



Golden traces of a childhood
Swirling down the drain 
As if they were nothing at all

No image withstands the test of time
It all fades away 
Bleaching my golden sky 
Pewter gray

It is empty
Volumeless 
Massless 

Nothing keeps 
Holds-

I am the twisted water
Seeping down the endless chasm 
As if I were nothing at all


E-Mail Shannon

Panic! Poets

Panic! Art Gallery

HOME