The Weight of Emptiness: Yearning for Redemption

It’s day Ten,

Or have I lost count?

Eleven? Twelve? Twenty?

How long has it been, since these weary ears beheld purposeless gleam?

Ah, had I chronicled with tally marks, it would seem.

I departed, pride intact, but my ego's source has fled.

It was short nights, long days, and ponderous pauses, but they were mine.

Every day a lamentation, grievances to exhaust, But at least my mouth spun tales.

It was a burden, five minutes after each alarm's cry,

Brief-lived sorrows seated upon my bedside's edge, there.

But at least I had a burden to embrace, to tend to, to bear, a cause for which to vie.

Now, emptiness pervades this room, devoid of care, leaving a sigh.

I seek a new burden, a fresh pain to endure, a pain in the ass!

Or maybe, redemption? A reason to breathe, a reason to cry, a reason to be angry, a gratitude’s sigh, a modicum of solace, or a pay check at the very least.

Hell it may have been, yet mine it was, I recall,

Do I yearn for its return?

Nay, I want it no more, a different path to be shown,

A new hell, a reason to breathe, to cry, to feel anger's tone, Or simply a pay check,

A glimmer in the unknown.

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