This was the apex of my tumult and it was my lowest moment.
Yet this is what helped me get out of the hole I was in.
“Fork”
Trapped
Isolated in purgatory as I get caught up in my owns tory
Dilatory in action because complacency has set in
Where to begin, deconstructing definitions, horrifying renditions of
The future
The uncertain, unmarked terrain
As my brain flares, doubting every decision
As I long for an incision to make it all end
I realize the pain will never go away
“Choose how you suffer” they say as I vacillate between paths
Striving for guidance and writhing for purpose
But I’m assuming all of you heard this
The certainty but uncertainty wrapped in one bundle
As oversized children stumble into the abyss
The abyss where inhabitants are remiss and dismiss their true call
Yet it isn’t their fault they cannot revolt
Revolt leads to loss
Loss of capital, of faith, of hope
All one can do is conform
And therefore perform day in, day out
But isn’t that what everyone does?
So why complain when the problem is rampant
Can’t you see we’re on a sinking ship?
A falling plane, as day to day passion beckons our name
This is the type of poem that doesn’t have an answer
A conclusion to put your minds at rest
All that can be said is to do what you think is best
And hope that it guides you to being laid to rest