Weakness and Fragility

Weakness and fragility,
signs of my futility,
yet no signs of utility
are coming from me now.
Fatigued and tired,
found with much ire,
as if cross-wired
with no function any more.
Thoroughly confused,
in and out of news,
piled with the refuse
as I should be.
To the side discarded
with no need to be guarded
in a sea never parted
away from anguish,
on a drowning ship
going down so quick
as the slow drip
now rushes in falls.
Efforts last ditched
with ideas pitched
without anything enriched
with any meaning.
Emptiness abounding
with nothing surrounding
but a chest pounding
with a heart soon to quit.

Bother

Disappointed with my performance
and confused by my word choice,
I am having trouble knowing why
I even bothered to make heard my voice.
I said a lot of useless words that
could not mean any less if I tried.
I attempted to tell others of feelings
that fell flat on the paper as they died.
Sometimes I feel as if I have something here
but obviously that time was not today
as nothing read, typed, or even spoken
came across in the correct way.
I am going to resign this post now
and admit to myself as well as others
that I have nothing else of value to say
as no longer will this soul feel the need to bother.