# My Absolute Nothing

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/
- Published: 2022-05-11T23:15:12+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

The hate that I carry on me
Continuously swells and growsTearing just like a broken
tenderBroken Petals of a red perfect rose, shinned with redness of light

What kind of truth do i seek
In my old house of lies? with people acting no oneWhat’s
hidden beneath the maskOf your clever disguise or a broken heart?

Once i had a gentle and loving spirit
Feeling just like paradise to everyone and
hell for meAs soothing and tranquil as the clear waves of the exotic sea.As disturbing
and hard as the burning wood in deep dead forest

The very thought of me makes me sad
Feeling like I want to dance, drug and sing 
myself to deathYet i am my reason for beingI am my absolute nothing.

### Share this on:

 * [  LinkedIn ](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/?share=linkedin)
 * [  WhatsApp ](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/?share=jetpack-whatsapp)
 * [  Email ](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/?subject=%5BShared%20Post%5D%20My%20Absolute%20Nothing&body=https%3A%2F%2Fmohammadjazim.blog%2F2022%2F05%2F11%2Fmy-absolute-nothing%2F&share=email)
 * [  X ](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/?share=twitter)
 * [  Facebook ](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/05/11/my-absolute-nothing/?share=facebook)

### Like this:

Like Loading…