Conundrum

I’m riddled;
with confusion,
with desire,
with tension,
with doubt,
with dissatisfaction,
with inaction,
with obsequious intention,
and with failure.

I’m barren;
without love,
without time,
without humour,
without guidance,
without gravity,
without light,
and without warmth.

This life,
this confusing biology,
doesn’t get any easier
despite the amount
of time I spend
trying to decipher it.
I’ve yet to find
the decryption key,
the one piece of information
to unlock the mystery.

I’m riddled.

I’m barren.

But don’t give it a second thought;
at least I’m still here.