Ingratitude

Ingratitude

My heart bleeds.
I have my life,
the values of which I smear daily.
Part conscious as I watch
Indulgence, pitiful fancies
Forever in vain.
Constantly closing doors that never seem to shut,
And covering over so no eyes may see.
Insubstantial I lie awake.
My racing mind, confused.
Fears, anxieties holding hostage,
‘til sleep carries me to the land of dreams.
Another day has passed by.

– Dipika Smith.

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