Embankments

Waiting for change is a losing game

Wasting finite moments

Devoid of substance

Shell of a life

Filled with fruitless hoping

Endless coping with loss

Stuck in a rut, the whole world up above

I’m looking skyward

Scream

From here, I’ll go unheard

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