Ennui

I was awake when she got home.
I kept my eyes closed. I haven't
Much use for the world these days.
I read “news,” but there's nothing
That's novel about it. I hear
The same sad stories when I'm at
Work. I no longer listen to music,
And poetry leaves me convinced
That everyone writing it ought to be
Placed into gulags and issued a cane.
I don't go out, don't like staying in.
I find everything dull and dreary,
Including myself. When the weather
Gets warmer, I'll doze on the patio,
Cheered up somewhat by the temperature's
Rise, but, at root, I'll keep my eyes closed
And play possum. I haven't much use
For the world.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-17 at 01:22

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