Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s little poem.
I am weary of nothings;
Of aching hearts and tired eyes
And the dictation of lacks, ordering
Meaningless moments into the sheer,
Fragile,
Transparent illusion of purpose
And understanding; I am tired
Of questions without answers, of
The ache in my head
And my heart and my lungs, as
I stretch out in-between each breath
For something that cannot be found;
And my eyelids are always
Heavy, drooping at the end
Of truncated days, shortened
By an undefined expectancy that
Tomorrow will be better than today;
Impotent lies, hollow
Promise;
Tomorrow
Is always the same.
deeply moving
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