Sometimes, late at night, I think I’ve had enough—
of this pointless life, this hopeless world.
I brawl with my thoughts
for far too long.
When I’m exhausted to the point
I don’t know why I should bother,
when I want to get out,
one way or another—
I sweat, I shake,
I want to be gone.
But then I fall asleep, and it all fades away.
When morning breaks, everything's okay.
I wash my face for another day—
of nothing at all.
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Comments4
How the passage of time and the brightness of a new day changes one's disposition. A wonderful write of such a thing
Excellent write
The troubles all disappear in the night and awaken to a beautiful bright new day, it is a lovely positive way of thinking, enjoyed the read
Monotony at its finest in words. Nice write. The day is what we make of it.
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