(Compass)ion

It must be
so easy
for you

Loving
your life
as you do

But spare a
thought for
the likes of me

Drowning
in a sea of
melancholy

Ennui

How
do
you
like it

He
asked

Quite
soft or
a little
rough?

Either
way
around

She
said

I’ve
already
had
enough