Nothing At All

I may be a point
A tiny dot on a map
Which can merely be seen from the sky

I may be a dust
A particle floating in mid-air
Which can merely be touched by our hand

I may be no one
A person who relies on many things
Who seems to be there when you need

I may be nothing
A creature of disguise
Who seems to fall too hollow on a trap

I may be
A space
a breeze or a chill
a lone dark of suppress
So tiny in vast,
nevertheless
Nothing.