Poetry: Day Eight

All the hours I give away
Are not coming back
Nobody will thank me
For staying here
Nobody will remember me
When I’m gone
Nothing will change
Without me being around

But still I stay
Though it empties my soul
For money I never see
That passes through my hands
Quicker than I can catch
On its way to something shiny
To assuage my sorrow

At night I am too tired
To do anything but mindlessly
Surf the internet
I click on motivational articles
About living life
To the fullest

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One Response to Poetry: Day Eight

  1. Samira says:

    Hugs Ben. I sooooo’ hear you. Beautifully written ❤

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