Friday, December 1, 2017

How Many

How many are there like me
Who spend lives in sadness?

Who see past the hollow artifice
Of daily doings
To the empty end?

I cannot look to friends
For more than sympathy,
Though that is much.

I know that some of them
Are where I am, and weep.

I weep for them.

©2017 John I. Blair, 11/15/2017

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