A poem

Feeling mostly futile now, found out, left wanting now

Words won’t flow now, where did it go now, feeling futility as a life choice now

Poets and writers, all agreed, what ever they are it ain’t me

Futile to plead, no life to lead now, watch the world implode now

Mostly futile, a crevice of hope? Yeah, no, and definitely defying any upward trends.

Chris