SELF REFLECTIVE INTROSPECTION  (somewhere, sometime, unrecalled?)

the venom of complex
confusions
poisons my weak grip on
hope
the futility of this world without
unity
extinguishes my desire to
cope
even laughter
fatigues
as an unseen
weight
in a mind mindful of
spirit
yet famined in
faith
hollow with a
hunger
to know my
place
yet porous with
doubt
perhaps its too
late
to either
accept
or to
worry
to
resolve
or move
on