Poem 374 – Nothing in the World

Nothing real is tangible.
Nothing intangible is real.
Nothing exists, so nothing matters,
Why then, can I feel?
Nothing sears me as I try to sleep,
Nothing keeps me awake,
Nothing tortures me every day
Although all I see is fake.
Nothing hurts me,
Nothing tries,
Nothing cares
That Nobody wants to die.

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