The cursor blinks for the 254th time and I am still here,
sitting, letting my thoughts wander
to the left, what is left,
If there is anything left
to wonder about
And I realize that there is.
So much. Too much that I just have to smirk.
I am afraid that everything that will come out
would be sad, pitiful and wallowing.
Yet another boo-hoo poem.
It is nice to know that sometimes,
I do not disappoint myself.