The Dread Of Eternal Idleness Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Dread Of Eternal Idleness
For the first time
I sit down to write
With the dread
I will never have anything to write again
The void of nothing to do
The looking forward to only emptiness
The sudden fear of idleness forever.
But then I force myself
To a few lines
And pray for some interest and continuance
While the dread lingers in me
Of remaining alive for years
With nothing whatsoever to do.
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