At the end of the day…

You surround yourself

With noise and clutter

Distractions and people

And tasks to be done


Filling the day, you

While away the time

As you avoid the truth,

Keeping up the facade


But at the end of the day

When the night falls

There’s no one but you,

Nothing but your mind


And the place where you live

Is not always home –

It’s just an empty space

Where you’ll brood, alone


Image: Melancholy, Edvard Munch

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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