the throw away poem

so many throw away
poems.
poems without a soul,
just words
you are throwing
at the wall
to see what sticks.
the fire burns low
at the moment.
call it fatigue,
sadness, the rain.
the cheerfulness
of the holidays
taking it's grim
toll.
but this too shall
pass you think
as you put the parade
on the tv. how happy
everyone is to see
a parade, so you
sit back and wait
for it to happen
to you.