Tears

When I cry, I cry alone. Whether day or dark I weep alone. When life rolls I tumble down. When I fall I struggle up.

Life is hard and seems so long. I hear from the aged that it is so short. But right this time it seems so long. Why struggle for all is vain.

All efforts you make matter not. All is loss, there is no gain. No matter how you work it's already set. There is no victory. The words I speak, the thoughts I think, all they do is point me dark.

That's where my mind is this week.

I'll try to put Variety up soon. I need to get out of this hole first before I can articulate properly.