English poetry, Mindful

Not Worth It


You don’t know whether you’ve gone far,

You don’t know whether you’ve gone deep,

All you need to weep,

Is the feeling that you are weak,

The feeling that you are alone,

The one soon to be bone,

Not a day to see the smile,

That was awaited so long,

After all went wrong,

And everything became a stone,

Leaving you a tone,

That’s blaring you’re done!