SomethingIt is neither a downward spiral nor a deep abyss of darknessRather it is a wide expanse of nothingNot black or whiteBut somewhere in betweenHazy Foggy The mistySmog you can get lost in,Become swallowedFar into the stomach of nothingClawing at its throatBut it is resilientAs it laughs you backInto its pit of utter despairYou look up and seeNothing. Nothing. Nothing.