A poem

Because I want it so badly
it will be denied
because the talent dried
I died a little inside,
because elements conspired
every day I feel tired,
because my faith was brittle
my God expired.

Seeking but never knowing
not sure where or why
I was going,
because I lacked
the courage
or the virtues of my kind,
that is why
because, because and because
the tired explanations
worn out words
fail to grasp the retreating tide
or fill the emptiness
deep inside,

Because.

Chris 2025