The void
A poem by Linda Sharp
Published in
Jan 2, 2021
i catch myself
sometimes
reaching
into
nothingness
and nothing
is there.
nothing
feels like something
when so much of it
is there
these days
empty themselves
of hours
until
we all lose
purpose
About the Poet
Linda Sharp is a New York City Freelance Writer & Photographer. In her words, “My writing tends to be the elephant in the room, except my writing speaks for itself. I believe in healing through writing and aim to heal others with the intimate process of my own catharsis of written expression.”
