Repetition

I just don't care anymore,

the repetition,

ugh.

the coming the going

fickle by nature,

right?

flighty by disorder

of course.

terrified like a field mouse

by a weakness

denying any memory of will

power, or possibility,

or a better life.

progress and denial,

found and then lost,

in between bouts

of self pity and empowerment.

the coming the going

this f*****g repetition

it's denaturing my interest

and my ability

to not just say 'f**k it'

or something like it

(I just don't care anymore)

　

Reviews

[sheandherself]

Oh yeah I have this feeling too. About many things. Maybe a lil bit too much hah.

[Davidgeo]

So it goes and stuff or what not. Glad you liked it.

[Lerew]

I like your poem. I was holding out for a sense of hope in end.

[Davidgeo]

There is always hope for another thing to lose hope for until the end of holding out comes up. Do more drugs is what I say.