The Nothing Poem by Ashley Hawkes

It comes in unknown numbers
From an unknown place
The invisible enemy
With the invisible face

You know it is big
From the howling it makes
In the morning it gives
Come darkness, it takes

It stalks your reflection
And you can't find a trace
Of the slugs that you feel
Crawling over your face

Your bedclothes are knotted
And your laughter misplaced
And your wife on her knees
And your memory erased

The Nothing's in charge
Of this nothingness race

Watch the grown men run...

See the Nothing take chase.