Futility
I could write this silly poem
Play a million songs
Lay awake not sleeping
Raging all night long
Spend my days and hours
Plagued by thoughts of you
But it won't change a single thing
There's nothing I can do
I can't control your feelings
Or fix reality
This exercise in torment
Is just futility
The truth is I'm exhausted
It's such a waste of time
Languishing in passion
As desire taunts my mind
I'm totally depleted
So tired, all in vain
Wanting you, your skin, your touch
You're my carnal bane
I wish I could forget you
Erase my memory
Purge you from my being
It's such futility.
Copyright © Laurie Mahoney | Year Posted 2021
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