Do you ever feel the weight of all the world's sorrow?
Every sob and wail of those in pain?
Every flower with a bent stem?
All the cracked windshields,
Chipped coffee mugs,
And favorite t-shirts with holes in them?
Every scrap of paper that once held some information
Important enough to print on it, now discarded?
And all the lonely dogs in animal shelters,
And cats outside on cold nights,
Looking in at people sitting by a warm fire?
Do you cry for the night that doesn't want to come
And the day that doesn't want to go?
Do you shiver away the hours
Wishing you could stay asleep but can't,
Too cold to change your sweat-drenched shirt?
Does the day begin so reluctantly, so relentlessly early,
With no purpose or cause,
But that one thing has ended and another's begun?
Last season's decorations, reminders of promises unfulfilled,
Taken down and replaced without even
Acknowledgement of the lie:
Fall is in the air!
Happy Halloween!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Lies!
Might as well promise eternal life.
I might cry myself to sleep tonight.
That'll teach me to care.
No one knows
The depth of my despair.
Would it even be despair if there weren't some precursor of hope,
Slowly eroded,
Ground into powder,
The dull reality that, yes, you really are all alone
Inside your head.
No one is coming for you.
It's just you.
Alone.
Forever.
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