FUTILITY

the blank space
where my brain used to be
stares back at me
bereft of words
or passion
it’s all that banging my head
against brick walls
that’s done it
windmill tilting
head banging
futility
of trying to change
even my small corner
of the world
before I shuffle off
and leave the fight
for others

but I know
somehow
I’ll find fuel for that fire again
because somewhere out there
there are other fighters
head banging with me