It's here again
that old feeling
of wanting to disappear
to be unmade
nevermade
to be a bit of
Divine Amnesia,
if you will,
for what God
doesn't remember
can never have existed.
What's the lesson here
that I'm failing to learn?
That I have no faith?
That I'm lazy?
Co-dependant?
Out of touch?
Useless?
Perversely Narcissistic?
Self centered?
I know all that already,
so what am I missing?
What do I do;
where do I turn?
Yeah,
you could give me
the best advise
but I'd never use it,
never do.
Perhaps I just enjoy
being this way?