I’m Sick of Everything I Write
I’m sick of everything I write
So much potential in each idea, but I leave them incomplete
I’m screaming inside my head for rhythm, but all I find is my heartbeat
My heart beat
The reason I’m still upright
This muscle so vital and so frail
It’s frantic and erratic racing keeps me up at night
The stress of my body, the stress of my mind
All consuming and never ending
Supposedly how we are designed
Pain built within us, born with such a curse
To bear the children of the nation, in hopes they won’t let it burn
How naive to think we can stop it, the inevitable end to it all
We fear the after, not the extinction, but do nothing to cease the fall
Fall of “man”, the fall of autumn leaves
Seasoned and catered to our liking, we starve ourselves for a bigger feast
Fighting our fellow “man” to accomplish something greater
Leaving a mark on this earth is all we wish to reap
Pointless
Minuscule, minute beings with no greater purpose, other than to simply “be”
Coexisting through our days, soaked in alcohol and misery
We blame our predecessors and the upcoming generations, yet refuse to
look at the hand holding the very weapon
Capable of much more than our meager minds can comprehend
Wasting potential with ideologies and hatred
I’m so fucking tired of the conflict
(But they wont go down without a fight)
Marin Raine is a part time barista and a full time poet from Clovis, New Mexico; a small dirt town west of Texas. Their writing inspiration stems from personal experiences combined with fantasy scenarios. They have been writing since the early ages of adolescence and have continued to do so into adulthood. When they’re not making coffee, they’re drawing up poems on to-go cups.