Another Funeral Tomorrow. Another One.

I am exhausted and befuddled by life and death. I don’t know, this may be a poetical journey like micro essay. This writing to the digital air is pointless probably or pressure lifted likely. Anxious I be, like a young man going to a new school, offbeat, waving a treaty flag. No more funerals, no more. The suffering of this world is perhaps a mystery unsolved forever. How can I escape?