i have been used
up, nothing more to say
i am too small
to be useful
i am below the
statistical likelihood
of ever making
a difference
i am tired
too, too tired
too insignificant
to speak any truth
that might be
heard over political
discourse, disrespect
dishonor, disillusionment
i am alone
i am unable
to save falling
children, charred
hovels, i have no
ideas left for
how to resurrect
compassion
how to feel less
defeated, as if
i have the right
to feel anything
when the rest i seek
should be saved for
the weary…my energy
is swallowed in
a vortex of things
i have been told i need
bought on the backs
of people who have no
choice & my role
in this world of
wars & degradation
greed & power-mongering
is a negligible wish
that i could help, but
i am absent
i am consumed
i am unworthy
