Futile Acts And Gestures Poem by DM W

Futile Acts And Gestures



O we attempt to fill up the void of our days
With all manner of mundane tasks. And then each grey
Moment is temporarily relieved by our
Obsessive pursuit of elaborate fancies.
O we often seem bereft of vital powers.
We seem fearful of facing our own emptiness.
O can we rediscover the spring time of life? !
Or will we remain chained to diurnal time's strife.

Sunday, June 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: futility
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