Why am I so helpless

in this unresponsive task

why does my persona

continually ask

Why?

I cannot give what's needed

I never get it right

all my pleas unheeded

misapprehension every night

Why?

Reality's grip slipping away

against all effort applied

no hope to have it stay

all endeavour denied

Why?

Is this on me

the price I pay

for sins committed

another day

Well?

Is this the consequence of the promise

a paltry pretence for devotion boundless

So be it.

Doubt's tears won't quench heart's fire

and time will slow through will

extending that desire

to remain together 'til. . .

*"I've seen the future, brother, and it's murder" Leonard Cohen