Circus

I cannot help but feel

a little frustrated,

this life of mine

is not what I anticipated

I do not know how

I will feel tomorrow,

it will not be happiness

but more likely sorrow.

I wonder have I reached

the end of the line

for I cannot remember

the last time I felt fine.

The hole I have dug

has gotten so deep

I might as well

lie down in it and sleep.

My optimism has never

really existed

now I wonder why

I even persisted.

When I go to bed tonight

will I care if I wake up

for living to survive

is surely not enough.

I wish I could say

I have a purpose

but I cannot see any place

for me in this circus.

man in gray hoodie behind the window
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