Loss of Self

When yesterday repeats itself today

When life is full circled

Not that it will all make sense

Or that hindsight is 20/20

Rather when blah and gloom takeover

And loss of ‘will to do’ sets in

What vibrant livelihood once enveloped your persona

Left in the dust of times past

Kust merely here

Thoughts elsewhere

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Boredom is consistently

Constant

 

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