All In All Poem by Brian Mattern

Personal depression
over here on my end,
it's an existential fix.
Paging from the ether
is a joy that tries to seep through,
though I'll let it fade to naught.
'You're posture reads tired.'
the clock has inquired,
as I contemplate global vibration.

This prophetic instinct,
it tells of no reason
to carve anything into stone.

I'm just a being,
who's limits are breaching
the pact to stay away from the cause.

My home I'll call this,
for now while I harvest
the strength to call on faith from the love.

With a new found meaning,
sacrifice is seeming
the only thing to break down the wall.

Even if it's just one more brick.