I stand at the precipice.
Before me the void.
I long for the nothing,
For the ease and forgetfulness of that which is not.
I am overwhelmed.
Overworked and overtaxed
Today stretches to the infinite,
Hours unending that wait for their daily repetition.
And still before me the chasm yawns gaping
Begging to swallow the thought
The consciousness,
The heartache and knowledge of being
The burden.
December 8th, 2021 at 10:34 pm
The infinite yawn of the day, I can see it stretching, but this burden is also the weighted blanket, keeping many from floating into the void.
February 11th, 2023 at 10:21 am
It is a shackles,
The price of being
And the incentive for unbeing.