Thomasine Dye

Another Worthless Poem

 

Another worthless poem

Another empty day

How I tire of thinking

And hearing what they say

 

I am beaten and worn

Everything seems to now make me cry

I know it is a cliche

But I am so lonely I could die

 

Grand plans come to naught

The simplest things are beyond my reach

Trapped in this ruined form

How I wish I could cease

 

I am weary of sleep

Though I hate being awake

No matter what I turn to

The emptiness remains

 

Is this how you felt at your end

My dearest sister?

Since you left this world

My life has seemed but a whisper

 

A whisper of lost futures

Echoing possible pasts

The moments we shared torment me

A reminder that nothing lasts