Why Bother

Why waste my breath

On ears that won’t hear

Why sort the mess

For those that disappear

Why take a break

When a break just breaks me

And all those opposed

Just scatter and flee

Why sip the cup

That can never be filled

Why dream the dream

That can never be willed

Why not run away

To a quiet old place

Disappear from the chaos

Hide my sad face

Why take the call

When it’s never a friend

Why sew a stitch

In a tear that won’t mend

Leave me be now

Let me die alone

All the whys will be answered

When I’m just dust and bone.

~December 10, 2020 by Erin de Blois

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