Why Can't I?
I try as hard as I can,
to fight this battle,
but sometimes I just can’t win,
and the ennui enshrouds me,
in its dark miasma.
I have retreated, I ran,
away from the sickening prattle,
that told me that I sin,
but still I can’t see,
what comes at the end.
I follow a dark road,
shivering as it draws closer.
I don’t want it to come again.
I’m not ready,
It’s not right.
Why can’t I just fight?
This poem is about:
Me