And Of The Three Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

mourning the loss of what couldn't be....a semantic contradiction, yes...an emptiness, out of tune.....a void of circumstance.....
more painful than the loss of what was....
a knife twisting in the air...
tearing, gutting the nothing....
the thing itself...the not...the no....
searching
blindfolded and inept for an escape from what isn't? .
nothing tangible but the nothing itself..........
to
turn to the somethings of avoidance...of temporary comforts.......of broken wholes and love in dark corners.....
stuffed playthings,
statuary and disjointed nomens.....
though
nothing displaces the nothing....