Futility And Resignation Poem by Laurence Overmire

We use up all the words till
there's nothing left to say

all that remains are feelings
unsatisfied emotion, lingering hurt
that cannot be described or explained
in common terms of vowels and consonants and

by-the-book definition

there is no allaying the sadness in the end
only time soothes with the balm of passing years
and a distance in the mind
as memory refracts a truth less hostile

till what was once fraught with import

finally seems so

Insignificant.

~ Laurence Overmire