The Fight / An Existential Poem

The Fight

Seek!

That’s what you said.

I sought.

And!

That’s what you said.

I tried to pull it all together.

You!

That’s what you said.

I’m right here.

Will!

That’s what you said.

I heard the promise.

Find!

That’s what you said.

I didn’t find anything.

You said there was something.

You said it would matter.

You said so much.

You said.

I can’t see.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t think.

I can’t move forward.

I can’t go back.

I can’t do anything.

I’m stuck.

I’m stuck because of what you said.

I can’t break free.

Maybe you will help.

Maybe.

Maybe you will seek.

Maybe you will and.

Maybe you will you.

Maybe you will will.

Maybe you will find.

Maybe you will follow your own advice.

Maybe.

I’m still out here.

Choking on hope.

I’m still out here.

Clinging to words.

I’m still out here.

Waiting on you.

Between the promise…

You are strangling me.

and the reality…

You are strangling me.

Stop.

I can’t shake it.

I’m tormented.

Get this image out of me.

I didn’t ask for this.

Stop.

Something doesn’t feel right.

There seems to be no response.

There seems to be but a promise of nothing.

I didn’t believe.

I don’t believe.

I won’t believe.

I can’t believe.

I might believe.

I believe I believe.

Not again.

Death is delayed.

There was supposed to be faith here.

There ain’t no belief here.

There ain’t nothing here.

There was supposed to be hope here.

There ain’t hope here.

There ain’t nothing here.

There was supposed to be love here.

There ain’t love here.

There ain’t nothing here.

Maybe there is more than nothing.

Maybe there is more than maybe.

Maybe there is more than us.

Maybe there is more…

The insanity continues.

For thine is the something

…and the something

…and the something.

There is nothing more than this.