Ennui the People

plant your feet firmly on the floor
smack your head against the wall
because this is your life now
moths devouring a seaside sweater

the first casualty is sense
drawn on a map of the known world

the daily news will grind you like grain
those aches & pains like the weight of the world
for nothing, no one, no chance
but hope remains a whisper behind you

what will the future bring?
just one more mystery
a trembling hand hooked over an inkstained page