Of What Is The Use?
Author: Shiloh


Moments like this bother me some.
Near to four in the morning
and another night spent
with the darkness glaring in at me
from outdoors while I sit here
in fluorescent splendor,
guilty in the light of nothing showing
for the time spent here.
I am not understanding
the problems I am having
with this new design,
and I am not in the least bit
happy as a result.
Each corner is a new turn,
and each turn leads
to an new brick wall,
and there is no finding a way
around or through or over that wall,
or any of them, for that matter.
I fear.


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