HOW ABSURD

Endless days spent in bed
Alone
Thoughts of other days
Constructive
Times
Not far away
Although a million days from here
How absurd.

A need to feel needed
Useful to family and society
But in the insane world I occupy
My usefulness is smallness itself
Alone in the dark
During summer months
A pillow and quilt for company
How absurd.

A real effort is needed
To overcome
This feeling of hopelessness
That is beginning to take hold
Although at night whilst the world sleeps
Awake I toss in my bed
How absurd.

The day will come
When these thoughts lift
And I will look back
And laugh perhaps
At how I felt
At how serious it was then
How absurd.