I just sit there
disconsolate
wondering why I am here,
what to do,
where to go,
how to get there.
The time weighs heavy,
heavy on my weary mind.
I find that it always does,
now and forever.
I remain disconsolate.

02/11/1975

Author's Note: .... High School angst.....

Posted on 08/08/2013
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