Then what?A Poem by But,itis,theend
None of this is helping
fill the void. I carry it like a grocery bag without a counter to place it on. I douse it in all available enjoyment drinks. Judging the taste makes this a hobby. Dunk it in the tank Swallow it up Snuff it out I know about the futility. And if this can't work you must? And if not you then what? Strap it to my back. But I want fulfillment. That is the only you will find. © 2018 But,itis,theend |
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