What has it all amassed to

The work,

The pain.

If you have to earn an empire,

Then what have I learned?

Am I not deserving?

Is there no meaning?

When I was younger I felt so certain of life.

Of death too.

I didn’t fear it,

Because I never imagined it might touch me and you.

What am I doing with my time,

The most precious resource of all,

When others have more of it

And have already gone so far?

I’ve been here awhile.

Toiling,

Waiting,

Hoping that with improvement someone might notice me.

But I’m a broken instrument that plays two notes.

It’s a shame that you’ve already seen both.