nothing - Blackout Poetry Notes

The Question

Nothing is without risk,
the question is
how great is the good
on the right track.

The soft flame of
beautiful emotions are in
vague, veiled eyes.
People pretend to
feel nothing.

I have made some angry.
But I regret
nothing
that I write.

I have concluded
nothing but heartache
helps us
understand ourselves.

I am so entirely
wrapped up in self,
I think I feel
nothing at all.

A great fatigue: this
stagnant point
in my poisoned body.
My corpse-like face
nothing to you, my love.
I was surviving.

All that time
in a forest and I found nothing
but beautiful grace.

If I had
the chance to live
would I take it?
Would I do more? Or nothing?

I relish
cheerful talk,
but that's nothing
to a good poem.

Greed - there was nothing
as frightful as this.
Nothing as terrible
as this.