I got nothing.

Perhaps it’s just the usual
Blank page panic
That terrorizes every writer.

And yet
This nothing feels different

I got nothing.
I am empty

Outrage has coursed through my veins
For so long
That I am eroded from the inside
A vast Grand Canyon of emptiness
That somehow feels oddly heavy.

This emptiness is filled
With stories that will go untold
Poetry that will never sing
Music that will never resonate in our hearts.

Somewhere deep down
At the bottom of the canyon
A small voice cries out
The tone is plaintive
But too soft to carry it out of the depths
To my ears
which long to hear

But I got nothing.

For so long now
I have watched
as truth as been hollowed out
as decency has been discarded
as cruelty has seeped in to fill the void.

Perhaps “nothing”
Is better than the images
That haunt my waking and my sleeping:
School children cowering in closets
Babies ripped from their mothers’ arms
Refugees huddled in squalid camps
Dead black boys
And Palestinians
And Puerto Ricans
Swastikas and burning crosses.

I got nothing.

I will face the blank page again
I will listen very hard
To hear the voice from the depths of the canyon
Maybe the cries will reach me
And I will hear something
And it will give me hope.

But for today
I got nothing.

Debra Rose Brillati
June 2018

4 thoughts on “I Got Nothing

  1. I’m sorry that I can’t lift you from this hollow depth. I will hug you and walk with you and hope we can find greater peace each day

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. I feel so similar.I have erased friends, students and family.I can no longer argue back.Only pray that it goes away.Love you!


  3. Hey Debbie, I am very much enjoying your posts and look forward to each new one. Even when they are sad commentaries on our strange, new reality, your posts speak to and for me, sometimes seeming like my own words, but, no, you express my feelings much more eloquently and politely than the outrage that clamors to erupt.
    Oh, and I loved the one about your Dad.


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