worth

my will to deter

those violent, indigo

forces of helpless oblivion

is easing back as

i turn to let go

my tunnel vision has lifted

and it's more clear to me

that it's empty

and lesser, and fuller

sadness

comes and goes

and i question what it's meant to be

superficiality, arts, community and joy

flavored with the nicest zest

and salted with a splash

of nothingness and empty

"it doesn't really matter"'s

my will to deter

those forces of

helpless

is starting to fade, and I

crash beneath the waves

trying to stay afloat

but quietly wondering if

it's worth it