Doubt
In the last hour
of the fifth month
I still stand at my posting,
following orders that,
I do not understand,
compulsively keeping records,
that make no sense at all,
assuming order when I can
find no evidence of any,
told to give aid and comfort
where ever I can,
which seems to do more
harm than good.
The most difficult trick I do,
is to start each day as if it
mattered.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2016
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