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These Useless Words of Mine

These useless words of mine are excrement of the finger; promptly evacuated from the vapid finger follicles to present themselves before the pupils of whoever. Spending day and night hoping for the "medicine" to take effect, and somehow be exonerated of the lack of worth by a screen and tapped fingers. Nothingness has introduced itself again and reminded me of our close acquaintance; pulled me closer, yet again, and stares me in the eyes from across each room. I want to feel and embrace my capacity, but the universe wants it not. I want to want to succeed the mundanity in daily tasks, but the cosmos suck me closer and closer to the inevitable empty nothingness that is our eventual destiny. I ache to be purged of self-doubt and worry, as the ache itself metastasizes before me into all that I fear the most. If Jesus were a being that a rational individual could believe in, I'd beg him on hand and knee to save me from the inevitable nothingness that I'm becoming. If only the world around me seemed brighter than the void that is the everything. If only this planet yielded stories and promises of heroism and enterprise worth admiring and devoting oneself to. Instead, a wasteland sits before me, in a body that understands it too is pointless. And so I scribble these useless words of mine, writing nothings into a web of nothing suffered by the eyes glazed amongst the masses.

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Date: 3/24/2025 6:22:00 AM
Its easy for me to write here.' That there is more BJ.' Yet It has not been easy to travel the course And our biggest adversary is most often ourselves..Followed closley by our aquaintances And familiy..' I can only tell of and consider of what i know, its good to read your lines here, all The best.'
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B.J. Fitz
Date: 3/24/2025 2:44:00 PM
That's really kind and wise, Joe, much appreciated, all the best to you as well
Date: 3/4/2025 8:54:00 AM
"I ache to be purged of self-doubt and worry, as the ache itself metastasizes before me into all that I fear the most." -- prerequisite for great poetry. We all share this feeling. Very well said! Interesting, fine poem throughout. Looking forward to reading more of your works.
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B.J. Fitz
Date: 3/6/2025 6:12:00 PM
Thank you, Joe, that means a lot
Date: 2/27/2025 5:32:00 PM
It’s dark, heavy, and beautifully written in a way that echoes the feeling of drowning in one's own thoughts. Definitely not a comforting piece, but a powerful one.
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B.J. Fitz
Date: 2/28/2025 7:15:00 AM
Thank you, Alesia, I was definitely in a rough mood when I wrote this one years ago.
Date: 2/27/2025 3:36:00 PM
For some "useless words" they sure came out amazing! Very deep B.J. and expressed so well! 2 Cor. 1 3-4. (Worth a read by the way)
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B.J. Fitz
Date: 2/27/2025 3:45:00 PM
Thank you, Garrett, that means a lot and I really appreciate it, cheers mate

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