5th Sonnet for the Way - Nothing

If all Things come from Nothing as Some posit
Then why so go such Nothings painfully?
If every Something is at last a Forfeit
Then All are Nothing's Surfeit – certainly
We do know Things: hard Objects, broken Shards
Cups and Saucers, Spoons, Forks, Knives
But Nothing only there will slice our Hearts
What Never Was is cut from Us – our Lives
Are Dreams and passing Show - the Sages say so!
And They who All have passed do surely see
So We are None to argue when She says, NO!
But Nothing come from Something is no Victory
And Poets everywhere will find no Gladness
That such a Sonnet must be rhymed with Sadness