Better
A futile and doomed love
May be worse than nothing,
For nothing is nonexistence --
No impact, no effect, no feeling;
But this drains emotion and motivation.
This is my talent buried in the earth,
A fey magnet for thoughts and hopes,
A roach motel for the soul;
Its synthetically sweet fumes beckon,
And enervate and kill.
Copyright © Mike T | Year Posted 2012
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