Piteous Futility

A summary of a bad day.

The tears came
For no real reason.
Nothing was so bad
As to merit them
And so I cried harder
At the piteous futility
Of my whining.
I split it up
In my head
To find no real reason
For my apparent misery
And thought that perhaps
You’d think I was being silly.
I was, I know,
But you didn’t seem to think so.
I still don’t know
If you understood
Why I cried
Or why I couldn’t see
The bright side,
But you held me,
And all at once
That was enough.

The End

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