Sometimes

Sometimes

I feel like death

And others

I feel like dying.

Poignancy

Poignancy


can only last so long


before the deep, raw depression sets in

the raw, clawing gnawing as you stand casually in your house or on the street.



Pervasiveness

runs deeper and deeper, it perseveres



Like water of a gentle brook savagely, slowly ebbing away at the rock it runs through


Life slowly, savagely



                                    finds the route easiest traveled




                                                                                           to erode you.

Almost Nothing

Not much to say here


                                         Except everything that could be said



Which is quite a lot




                                        Almost everything, actually









Yet here we sit

And say nothing