I have never been able to come to terms <br />with unhappiness, I can’t exist, can’t live <br />when I’m depressed, when the here and <br />now makes me unhappy, I lose interest <br />in everyone and everything <br /> <br />Torpor and lassitude describe my mood, I <br />give up, surrender to a joyless existence <br />can’t do a stitch of work, will have to take <br />my text home to do during the weekend - <br />to keep up a pretence - <br /> <br />trying to force myself to carry on - simply <br />worsens the situation, I accept this day <br />is a total failure, I can’t master any task <br />it takes away the existential angst, a <br />relief to honestly acknowledge <br /> <br />Life is awful without friends, without someone <br />who shares my experience, who understands <br />intuitively, sees things the same way, offering <br />solutions - creating beauty is useless, no-one <br />to share my weird ideas <br /> <br />Must learn new things to show willingness to <br />make progress – but not right now, not in <br />this all-encompassing <br />emptiness …<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-03-04-emptiness/
