Not even one

Knows the truth

No sister, no friend, no father, no foe

Everyone underestimates

How sad

How lonely

How horrific

How painful

How dreadful

How disturbing

How loathsome

This life could become

And when life becomes

Such a headache

Such a mission

Such a burden

Such a barren

Such a waste

Such a battle

Such a task

It seems to me

One could

Find end

Find escape

Find resolve

Find closure

Find answers

Find steadfast

Find conclusion

Quite easily

If you just look around

At the suggestions

At the architecture

At the substances

At the information

At the methods

At the objects

At the tools

You have readily available

Right in front of you

© 2014 David Greg Harth

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