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“The Thought”
He didn’t really,
Want to do,
Much of anything,
Today,
He didn’t know,
Why,
He felt so,
Unmotivated,
So,
Unimportant.
From the very,
Moment,
He woke up,
He felt,
As if,
His whole,
Existence,
Was meaningless,
Not just to,
The people he,
Pretended to,
Care about,
Or to the one’s,
That pretended to,
Care about him,
But every single person,
That ever,
Crossed his path,
Or saw his shadow,
He knew,
He had done,
Nothing,
Of mention,
Or merit,
For any of them.
Why this thought,
Choose now,
To step out,
Of the,
Dark,
And into the,
Light,
Didn’t really matter,
The outcome of,
The equation,
Wasn’t going to,
Change,
Because of why,
All the variables,
Were lined up,
To be summated.
He decided to,
Call in sick,
And go back,
To bed,
Maybe next time,
He wakes,
That thought,
Will be back,
Were it belongs,
Buried deep,
In his subconscious…
Tom Allen…05-30-2017…
He didn’t really,
Want to do,
Much of anything,
Today,
He didn’t know,
Why,
He felt so,
Unmotivated,
So,
Unimportant.
From the very,
Moment,
He woke up,
He felt,
As if,
His whole,
Existence,
Was meaningless,
Not just to,
The people he,
Pretended to,
Care about,
Or to the one’s,
That pretended to,
Care about him,
But every single person,
That ever,
Crossed his path,
Or saw his shadow,
He knew,
He had done,
Nothing,
Of mention,
Or merit,
For any of them.
Why this thought,
Choose now,
To step out,
Of the,
Dark,
And into the,
Light,
Didn’t really matter,
The outcome of,
The equation,
Wasn’t going to,
Change,
Because of why,
All the variables,
Were lined up,
To be summated.
He decided to,
Call in sick,
And go back,
To bed,
Maybe next time,
He wakes,
That thought,
Will be back,
Were it belongs,
Buried deep,
In his subconscious…
Tom Allen…05-30-2017…