Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Mournful

It’s exhausting to articulate
The lethargy I feel
Bordering on insensate
Is anything even real?

Assailed by the absurdities
To which the weaker cleave
And all their foul proclivities—
For truth, I grieve.
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