no money.

having an empty heart

is like an empty pocket

both drain motivation

like rain waters through sewage

nothing in the hands

wounds the mind

a disease persistent

one of its kind

the more the world sparkles

the more this illness grows

the farther i walk

the feebler my woes

energy falls away like change

and a hole widens in an unseen space

i know, i realize

how dreary it feels

the lack of desire combined

with a penniless ease

almost as if nothing is left

none behind, none ahead

a constant murmur of the soul

the closing down of a lifetime show.

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