Poem: You admire the commitment

You admire the commitment

but I am frustrated
with myself for it.  Am not alright
with making the effort,
with continuing
to be so dedicated,
when there is nothing,
no result, or none
that are what I need,
what I am seeking.
It matters to me.
I feel stupid
wasting all this
for nothing,
trying and trying,
and knowing
it is not enough,
is not going to help.
I recognize 
that.  Do not tell me
the commitment
and the effort
must be the reward.
That makes it worse.
If the only thing
is the effort itself,
I wish I had never started.
It is no good.
I can't stop.
To stop would destroy me.
But so will continuing
without reward
for the effort.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

What is this whole blog thing for anyway?

VanderMeer's Wonderbook, Chapter Four: Narrative Design (Continued)

Poem: I have done none of that