Treasure Throve

I stopped living when

I realised it meant nothing,

I was just fooling myself

when I thought it meant something.

The drudge of daily life

wears away at my soul

to leave me convinced that

in life there is nothing to behold.

As I get older the more

dispassionate I get,

for all that’s left in my mind

is a treasure throve of regrets.

woman sitting on wooden planks
Photo by Keenan Constance on


2 thoughts on “Treasure Throve

  1. Truly you express magnificently

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