Saturday, May 8, 2010

nothing to hold



the devastating ennui of existence
when you realize it is all nuance and naivety
nobody knows anything, not reality
especially
God pour down mercy and grace
for there is nothing here I can embrace
it is torture, knowing but unable
dissonance in this lonely existence
my resistance is untenable
blue skies above
gray clouds below
why am I here
in this obsidian hole
why am I here
infinite in depth
yet no room to grow
I surrender all
yet have nothing to hold