INCONCLUSIVE

Inconclusive

As I rest, pondering what has brought this

Plague of mental fog upon me,

I decide that what I feel is inconclusive.

This feeling grows into an unending 

Sidewalk I stroll upon; 

I try to find home every day,

Until I am once again 

Greeted by the perilous plight

Of false hope and comfort,

Only to wake and walk again tomorrow.

A modern sisyphus.

My life is inconclusive.

My existence? No resolution.

Let the world ponder

My ending.

Allow them to consume my being,

Until they gag and spit me out,

And realize I’m just too much

To come to conclusions.

- M