2014-04-03

詩 Another Crying Jag in my Car


I feel worthless, alone, and unloved
The world is spinning out of control
Only a few things to hang onto

Work, my writing, my art
All else are pesty flies
To be batted away
But which always come back

There is only now
An implacable numbness
Crying wordlessly to be shattered

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