A year <br />of futility <br />I am anchored down <br />by the inertia <br />of inadequacy – <br />there is always someone <br />better <br /> <br />I feel death <br />take a piece of me, <br />month by month, <br />reducing my hills <br />into incarcerating chasms <br /> <br />Your hope can save me <br />your seraphic wings <br />can enthuse the luckless wind <br />but I would not listen <br />to your celestial white lies <br />anymore <br /> <br />I remain here, unmoved <br />decaying and receding <br />growing the potent hope <br />planted inside me <br />like a bomb to fulminate <br />in your complacence<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/futility-33/
