Poem Nine (05/03/2025)

My broken soul has been swimming in a sea of tar since its wake

My legs sink deeper as my heart breaks

Was I naive to be so optimistic?

Was my mind broken listening to my own sunshine rhetoric?

What use was it to fight a battle that couldn’t have been won?

A future I have hoped for was already gone

All those dreams and ambitions were all washed away

What use was it to fight for a better day?