No demon today, the well is dry
Nothing but the anguish of an empty cry
Barren where only torment can fly
The angels they left, the devil cares no more
Death stares you down, the coward evermore
Only fear and terror take flight to soar
No shelter, no warm place of comfort and rest
No warrior, you failed life’s simplest test
Look closely at the misery of your very best
No place at Valhalla’s table, no ride in Elysium’s fields
There is no room for me in my Fathers’ house,
No echo in eternity, no final journey fallen on my shield
Ever ask yourself “what was I thinking?”
A while ago I made a promise to myself that I would disengage significantly with Facebook and use it as more a group update and keep in touch tool, with opportunity for contribution.
That hasn’t always worked out quite the way I planned but more and more I was starting to get the formula into a good balance.
Well, so I thought. You do that, you think things are going in the right direction. I do that, I think things are going in the right direction, or even, more disastrously, I think they are going well.
I am re-evaluating my contribution, after a couple of weeks where I have had the realisation that my contribution is not appreciated, or to quote “adds nothing of value” and that my “essays” are not as appreciated as I had thought.
It is easy to believe you are encouraging, maybe informing, sharing knowledge, even, dread the thought, lifting someone up.
I guess I should have known, delusions are only ever allowed to last so long.