Hope Less

I shriek, whirl my hands wildly in anguished despair.

What is the point of it all?

Apathy,

Affluenza,

Warfare,

Malady,

Poverty,

Effluence,

Godlessness.

I wilt in surrender on the floor.

I am imprisoned by the fortifications of my fears.

I know I can’t transform the world.

I am waiting for someone to bring the sledgehammer to obliterate these walls.

There is no one, No one human.

I am responsible for myself.

I must ascend from the vestiges of my hopes and doubts.

I seek the TRUTH, and its discovery frightens me in unspeakable ways

Because I already know what lies ahead and yet I still anticipate righteousness.

Foolishly I hope, I plead, I beg, I grasp, and smile, but it is all ephemeral.

Looking for some greater good I realize that I cannot repair everything, nor would I want the accountability, and too much of the cosmos is wicked, despite its root.

People pine for countless effects at the disbursement of their souls.