Raw and ragged
Effort with no fruit
Alone and lonely
No will to reach
Optimistic without reason
Searching with no target
Limp and impotent
Craving communion and companion
No luck and no design
Floating with no power
From one frail branch to the next
As each one snaps expectedly
Familiar falling
Noted nihilism
Darkness embraced
Silver lining of a black hole
My only solace
Beckoning me to last the night
As I flail and poke for purpose
Scrape and claw to be normal
Serving out advice on pure intuition
Hollow gestures and cliche quotes
Chip away at what is left
Nothing real
Nothing worth the pain
Nothing to gain
No one to love
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