Who really cares what the day will bring?
Each one is like the last and next one.
Lost in a vast emptiness of nothing,
I lay to rest, more tired then boored.
What ever I did before
was never good enough,
no pleasing anyone,
worthless as can be.
Why should I try any more,
who lifts a finger to help me,
what energy is left to spend,
when will it ever matter ?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You certainly capture sloth. Well done!
I like the internal ryhme in L2 with the reapeted "one" Then on L3 with lost/nothing. And on "ore" with boored, like your meaning indicating a yawn then again with before, and more. with being wrapped in your own selfish persona. and in L6 good enough, and L7 no anyone.
Liked your very grafted interpetation, thank you.
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Judged
The word bored in the last line of the first stanza is spelled incorrectly.
Other than that, excellent take on the way life is these days. Too many people out there for themselves, and you can't help but wonder why bother to try.
Thank you for entering my contest and good luck
Shari
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