Looking For Nothing

 I raised my eyes to see the heaven's! And only the Moon looks down! The harvest moon shines down!!- Les Miserable 

Waste of wind,

day after day,

defeat after defeat.

i grow so very weary

of the daily fight 

just to feel.

At what point

does the gambler 

get tired of being cleaned out?

At what point does the towel get thrown in?

i do not fear the end, 

whenever that day comes.

We fear the unknown, 

but hopefully the unknown is 

absolutely nothing.

Imagine something hurting so bad

that you beg for nothing,

absolute 

nothing