Futility

The lights go out

In the blink of an eye

And there’s nothing left

But to say goodbye

Random #217

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

– F. Scott Fitzgerald

I wrote this one

On a train

Unhappy with life

Once again

Insides

Another grey sky.
Another bleak landscape.
Another version of me.
Looking out,
Looking in.

(Originally Posted 04.06.2019)

Thoughts
run
through
my head
at pace

As I
question
the futility
of the
human race

I wish
I could
have made
you better

I wish
I could
have made
it go away

I wish
I could
have taken
the pressure

I wish
I could
have made
you stay