the unfinished | poem
poetry
plans calm thought spirals
when goals appear, unobtainable
will the choices I make
ever feel good enough?
and it is rough
to think too long—
or not long enough
about the living cost
bombs only obliterate
a willingness to go
on and on and on.
each day presents a new form of occupation.
lately, I have been attempting
to write a letter
full of unspoken words
until sleep comes.
memories of an unresolved past.
I like the "letter full of unspoken words". That is a really neat line and my wife also liked it. If you want to try single space there is a way to do it.
Enjoyed the reality of it all.
We must use what we still have until our point and counterpoint has exhausted us!
Press ever on.