NOTHING I DO SEEMS OF GREAT IMPORTANCE
Nothing I do seems of great importance
I cannot write anything of significance
I am still alive and still hanging on
Doing what I always did
But it is not the same
The hope the concentration the energy the real work
Is all gone
And I write one little thing
And then jump to another
Without it all really cohering into something very meaningful
I am more pretending
Than really doing something
And knowing it
I am in quiet despair
I do not know the way out of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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