Nothing Poem by Joan Hart

We are nature's toys, it watches amused at our troubles
I know I am insignificant.
This truth sits inside me, heavy and serious.
I am
A grain of sand
I am
A dropp of water
I am
Nothing.
It hurts, it aches to be nothing
When the glimmer of something is so far away
Is it better to stupidly smile, unaware of my condition?
Or sit with the truth, the curse
And turn it over like a stone, smooth in my hand
I toss it into the water, but it always finds its way back to remind me
As if I could ever forget
The nothingness that I am.