Unfinished Letters

You’ve felt it, as it falls to the side
The lack of a mind, refuse to abide
Entrust something to the chaos
Yearning full of pathos

I’ll struggle infinitely
To surmount sufficiency
And run from leniency
While I lose THE efficacy

Always fighting against myself
Pushing to run farther
Dusting off the top shelf
Laying aside the thought, “why bother?”

I just…
I just want it to stop.
To find myself in the void again
To recover and recharge
Continuous chaos establishes the task
Of constant adrenaline
Constant…
Adrenaline.