Once I thought you were a zero
The queen of numbers
Able to morph all things within
Yet leave them changeless
But like the number zero
Unfortunately you have an ability
To make all things around you
Equal your value
And once I thought you were just a pest
But I’ve come to realize
You are much more like a
Into no thing
Wow Ben! I really like this, from the protagonist’s piercing insight to the way you have structured it and that last stanza 👌
Thanks. It is a bit “piercing”; you’re right. The nice part of me feels almost bad about writing this one, though, lol. Almost. Have a great day!
Heartbreaking. Gorgeous writing
Thanks for that.
Wow this is amazing! I love how you take certain elements and transform their meaning into something else. This is beautiful 👏
Thanks so much. I liked the conceptualization of your interpretation.
You’re welcome! Have a great day 🙂
👋hey there…just stopping by to say that your poems are wonderful🤩
Very painful from a sensitive reader perspective, hatefully reverent, and/but brilliant, Benjamin ❤︎💘🙏🌷
Very painful from a sensitive writer perspective, too. it’s not always fun to write of sorrow or dislike. But the world has glamorized doom and gloom for writers. Sometimes I wish I ever did was write another love poem. I might be happiest this way. Thanks for sharing your inner thoughts. Always nice to know what you think.
I totally agree! Sorry did not see this till now. The offline homefront is hopping and I miss a lot of things these days. Anyway, yes I completely agree and it’s so important to express feelings honestly, you do it in a completely brilliant way as always.
Only you can turn everything into no thing…love that!
That’s wonderful writing. 🙂
A giant thanks 🙂
You made the pain and sorrow resonate in this one, Benjamin. This is some really powerful writing. You did a great job! ✨✨
Super-sized thank you. I like how you used “pain” and “sorrow” instead of hate. I think this is more about hurt than hate. Have a wonderful rest of your day!
That’s honest and direct, and brave too. I wish to sometimes write this courageously too, and may be I will someday, forgetting about how much it will hurt some people. But then it hurts more within first. Isn’t it?
Yes, you’re right. The hurt starts from within. The pen can bring it out, if tears don’t first. Thanks for commenting. I always liked the idea of “creating dangerously”. But it’s not always the easiest thing to do as you say.
Extreme polarities depicted so beautifully Benjamin 💙
Touching, heartbreaking, but very well-written!
You’re very welcome, Benjamin!
Oooft! That third verse!!
You’re most welcome.
I look forward to reading more 👍🖤