There's Never Been a Well Written Poem and Never Will

Ignore the title.

Mortal and weak and unable to express

anything really

But still try

I dare you

Spend your whole life writing

Until time writes you away

But we don't mind

Don't care

Don't live for answers

We live for problems

They swing with us

With the punches

Tit for tat until our knuckles bleed

Our knuckles bleed but we got more

blood

So sitting numb and distantly grey

On the shore where waves crash loud mistakes

Don't dig foot holes in the sand

You won't bury your toes

Build great mounds to reach

For this sun hanging white and unreachable

But it wants you to reach

Reach goddamnit

reach

Because what else is there to do

When you are made of jelly flesh

Chicken wire bones 

And a mind spinning above it all? 

What else to do

but reach before the fall?