this cyclical sickness
forsakes any semblance

of hope

for subsistence

and futures complicit

in fluctuance flailing
failure never failing

and yet

must refuse

to resign


Existential Impostor


there must be some mistake

perhaps i wandered into
into the incorrect building

you see
i am quite simply not
qualified to be

these are neither my peers
nor my contemporaries

i am not in league
with such capable beings

there is no chance
for me
to ever hope to function
at this level

being of sound
heart and mind

this mindful awareness
has impaired me
in more ways
than i ever dare to fathom

my head
so heavy

no sooner can i
lift it from its feathered wrest
than i can
untether from this tempest
of everyday duress

it seems i have unwittingly
piqued gravity’s good will

for it bears down upon me
with the burden of all the heavens

it is such
that i must conclude
the nature of this vaunted god
is that of something wanton