It's Monday, How About a Little Poetry

If you asked Adam, he'd tell you I claim not to like poetry. Lately I've been writing it again, though, so I'm not sure what that means. This one seemed to have been living in my brain for a while before it emerged, fully formed, like Athena from Zeus's head.

Here

Stuck
Stuck here
Stuck in the middle of here
No way to get from here to there
I want to fly
I want to cross this barren desert
I want to get to the other side
I want to be out of the dry landscape
No rocks, no trees
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to grasp
There is no escape
I cry, I pray, I laugh
At myself
I am so absurd
I am here
Still
Stuck

Are you there?
Is anyone out there listening to me?
Can you help?
Will you?
I ask, I pray, I cry
I don't have the energy
I don't have the strength
I don't have the faith
What must I believe?
How can I hope?

I am here
There is nothing
My world is empty, tiny, insignificant
The universe is shrinking
Am I lost?

I can't hear you
I can't move
I can't sit still anymore
I can't think
I can't do
I can't just be
I want it to stop
I want to stop waiting for the worst to come
Will it?
Must it?
I have no hope
I am afraid
Even to fear takes energy

I am too still
I am cold
I am hot
I am restless
I am

Wait
I am
I am?

What do you mean?
How can I be?
I can't
I don't
I won't
Must I?

You are
You are?
I am
Here
I am here
You are here
I don't know why
I don't want you
I do
I am afraid
You don't want me

Even now
You do
Why?
Why?
Why?

Really?
Why?
I don't understand
I can't
You do

I am here
Still
Why?
I don't know
I am tired
Again
Still
Yet ...
You
You are

And we
Are
We are
Here

I am amazed
I am tired
I am loved
I am still
Here

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