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Philosophical


A day of hope and despair 
dull   without any thrill
Unenthusiastic I watch 
the hours roll like a snail
Dusk dawns,

Pacing up and down
like a mother cat 
who fears the safety 
of the kittens, I stay
desperate,

Back inside the lights
dispel the darkness
my mind remains gloomy
disallowing any good thoughts,
paralytic in a way.

Stretching on my bed
face turned towards the pillow
the heart races, palpitates
finally breaks into pieces.
disintegrates.

With face up. I observe the ceiling fan
 which revolves in speed,  tells 
“l go in circles,, finally stop once 
switched off.  Wisdom!
Life is one such it has to pass.