World Weary


Brittle boredom bourne in my bones
Soul aches from lack of breaks
Wish to wait in willful wanderlust

But time keeps on ticking
Sand keeps on trickling
Through the hourglass
As short seconds pass

Slippery sleepless slumber is sought not
Morose mood springs forth from innocuous air
Tis not just, tis not right, tis not fair

Alas

No cause to impart, no grand source of strife
To condone this weariness with my lovely lot in life

Erratic Crow

VT

18 years old

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    O fickle Fortune,
    O capricious Chance,
    what an erratic tune
    to which she makes us dance.

    You cannot full escape her,
    yet may run far or draw close.
    If Luck’s absence you prefer,
    it’s pure labor you’ve chose
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    I see
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    myself.
    For as
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    reflection,
    many find marvels in
    Mirrors
    in marvels find many.
    Reflection begets
    wonder.
    As for myself,
    nothing but glass
    see I.
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    Time is a Murderer,
    a cutthroat assassin
    that ruthlessly slits the throats
    of the people
    and places
    and things
    you love.

    It is an endless parade
     of marching seconds,
    a patient and silent
    Teacher