nothing arrived
i am nothing to everyone
and the weight of that nothingness
feels like i am holding up the universe
on two bony shoulders and a curved spine
this greek myth
has me painted as atlas
i keep waiting for something to happen
something that will keep me here a little longer
that will make me feel a little stronger
that will take the pen out of my hand
as i begin my suicide note
and my apology letters
the weight of my nothingness
is a little too heavy
and my fingers are aching
my palms are slipping
i am being altogether crushed by my nothingness
so maybe i can be something
amongst the soil and the grass
i learned too soon
that nothing good
ever fucking lasts.
.