I hate myself; no

I hate this state of constant confusion

Of chaos, swirling

Me and it

There is no one

No none

No infinity

But everything

And faith is intertwined with doubt

And such a black! Night creeps

Over me

An ink cloud fog

Stifling, and I cannot


Suffocated by all this

My thoughts and your prayers

For me.

Oh, dear lord in whom I am trying to believe, drown me in this, my pool of existential doubt…