Driven by a single thought,
I struggled days and nights,
But all the works I ever wrought
Collapsed like windless kites.

But, rather than admit the truth
It wasn’t meant to be,
I blamed the rawness of my youth
And took it out on me.

I set myself to picking up
The litter in the rain,
Drank water from a broken cup
And softly went insane.

It’s only now I question why
The thought that I was driven by.

Photo by José Ramos on Unsplash

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