Nothing sounds fun. Music, reading, even writing Fill me with apathy: So much nothing It has a weight In my chest and belly, On my shoulders -- Yet still I live, Getting older, Getting through drudgery, Until life smiles on me.
This depressing poem is brought to you by 3 prompts: FOWC: Drudgery, MVB: Fun, and Sammi Scribbles’ weekend writing prompt. One thing I’m grateful for: even though nothing sounds fun, I still can write stuff. I also sat down at the piano for 5 or 10 minutes earlier this morning.
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Sometimes life can feel like a drudgery. Sometimes it can feel like fun.
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It’s just a matter of time, hopefully!
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Your poem reminded me:
“Too much of nothin’ can make a man feel ill at ease
One man’s temper might rise, while the other man’s temper might freeze
In the days of long confessions, we can not mock a soul
When there’s too much of nothin’, no one has control.”
(written by Bob Dylan)
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