Nothing

Tears fall
Not from sorrow
nor joy
but from nothing.
They move slowly,
and then disappear
from nothing
to nothing,
returning from whence it came.
As they fall and return
I cannot help but wonder
if, like the tears,
we shall return
to the nothing where we began
or if we shall move on
to a new beginning,
a new nothing to explore.

Sight

Obscured from vision,
I cannot see what I most want.
While I know it is here,
I cannot percieve where,
its location masked.
And as I turn and see
the path which led me here,
I am reminded why I search.
Those that would help me,
all but distant memories,
scattered along the path.
I am alone once more,
and though I hear my name being called,
encouraged forward, for there is no other path,
My vision is impared by the path I have chosen.
and so, I despair.