Familiar Nothingness
Shaun A. Pennington

I drifted through
the livingroom
this morning,
walked into
a cloud of
Familiar
nothingness

An enemy long
gone I thought
But sneaky, enveloping
my soul,
Looming
quietly threatening
depression

I will go running
Make my bed
for a moment though
I wanted to
give in; sleep
fuck it
I made my bed

Published 2024
“Like Salt and Wet Soil; Poems from the Rhyme & Lime”