Poemdog

Dogs 2018

WEEPY AND WEAK
(4/21/18)

I sit
alone

upon the
floor

in a dark
corner

surrounded
in silence
save
for my breathing

overcome
with the enormity
of existence

awed
by the infinite
universe

my soul
aching
from the sheer
scale
of my insignificance

I am
at least
transported
temporarily away
from the artifices
of this worldly
society

where
such puny
prices
are exacted

sooner
or later
I must rise

go to
work

pay
my bills

as the earth
moves
below me

quite oblivious
to my struggles