Fainting Goat

When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”

When someone asks, “Why are you crying?” my first answer is, “Me.”

When someone says, “There is no point,” my first reply is, “I agree.”

Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.

The sun sets past the moon.

The moon rises past the sun.

The same thing, spoken differently.

I love you.

You are my heart.

Both convey a deep care…or so they should.

Hand over hand.

One foot, then the other.

Climbing this mountain

Of sorrow and grief.

Desperately trying

To reach its snowy peaks.

You start at the bottom.

Then work your way up.

Darkness seeps in.

Consuming and destroying.

Leaving nothing behind.

Just an empty shell.

My empty shell.

I feel nothing.

It's as though I am sleepwalking.

It's as though I am already dead.

Humbly giving everything and taking nothing.

Under foot, in the way, but never trying to be.

Never good enough for myself, no matter what.