Ennui

My pain is my pain

It cannot be overtaken

And though your words suggest

That it has no merit

I cannot rid myself

Of this ennui.

My openings are encumbered

And even in speaking

I am not saved.

It is inevitable that I am broken,

Nothing else makes sense.

As a child I was content

To be others, to pretend

As an adult I am unable

To maintain such pretenses.

I keep running into myself

Within others and it is she

That rejects me whilst

They pass unknowingly

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12 responses to “Ennui

  1. Oh my this is beautiful and raw with emotion. I wish I could draw and paint…no no, not just take lessons but have a natural gift like my daughter and my aunt…and words, haiku especially are the only paint brushes I could manage. You keep running into yourself, is a powerful line, what an amazing line for a prompt!!!

  2. I keep running into myself
    Within others and it is she
    That rejects me whilst
    They pass unknowingly

    Incredible …. just so incredible Yves …. raw and poignant – and I suggest rather universal for many.

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