I am filling the empty spaces
with meaningless things.
I am just killing time before
time kills me.
My heart lost contact to art.
Once I wanted to clear my head
but now I want it all to come back
to distract me from the barren land
of life I am walking through.
I don’t see myself worth the fight
so life is only
No end in mind.
Just desolate days that turn into sleepless nights.
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2 thoughts on “Poem #316”
Your poem has both beauty and ugliness of truth. I think it is well done.
This is so me.