At Least

I hate that this is what I'm doing with my poetry I wish I could actually make something

Sometimes all we can do
is keep pushing through
past the fog and earth
to something else
I don't know
what's there
but I do know
what's here
and it isn't good
even if on the other side
it isn't good either
at least it is different
at least I made progress
at least I tried
not many do better
they just mill about

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