Ennui


With eyes that don’t see

The blankity blankity blank
is overwhelming

Empty and nothing
not even worth
despairing over

A myriad of unanswered whys
a breath of sighs
cries
that die
before they form.

Inspire, expire.
Inhale, exhale.

The smell of haze
and the dusty feel of it

Hangs–
not heavily, not carelessly, just–
hangs
in the air