The Despair Of 'Nothing To Do Poem by Shalom Freedman

The Despair Of 'Nothing To Do



THE DESPAIR OF ‘NOTHING TO DO’

The despair of ‘nothing to do’
Eats at the soul
Once busyness was the rhythm of life
And no time enough time
Now days and nights
Are blanks of horror
How will the time be passed?
What is there to do?
The end has come before the end has come
And in this fear and anxiety
Rule the world.

Sunday, May 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

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