He sat and stared <br />And thought of nothing <br />Eyes all searching <br />Seeing nothing <br />Blindly blinking <br />Thinking nothing <br />Words and papers poised <br />For anything <br />Into space he surely drifted <br />Floating dreaming waiting <br />Nothing <br />Hearing squeaking <br />That was something <br />Someone scribbling <br />While he rusted <br />But it was nothing <br />Whiteboard blank <br />Erased and dusted<br /><br />Dean Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-205/
