The light is blinding,
Something is ending.
A watcher is watched,
Their message sending.
My weary heart pines,
How many crimes?
Fatigue of work,
Works distraction.
Weak for sleep,
No satisfaction.
Live only to hurt,
Scorched, dead earth.
A place of exile,
With pain so vile.
Equal injustice visits this man,
I feel rebellious,
An empty man.
They're all murderers,
Just like me,
Empty inside,
No longer free.
I have no thoughts,
I have no feeling,
The weight of drama,
Heavy on my being.
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Sometimes we feel this way, a lot of boredom and emptiness like our life is wothless to live as there's no way out. Good poem!