Running On Empty Poem by Butch Decatoria

Do not assume or presume
Just say "know"
Capital NOW,

How can one ever completely be
Certain with one's self?

Are the second hand accounts
stronger when we promise loudly
with
Belief?

When did self doubt turn malignant
Since I was taught to question
Everything,
Especially when we weren't
Surely certain…

Can fear Infect our serenity?
When it invades our minds
Blinded by dreadful Indecision
Or worse still
Hateful indifference,
The uncaring passerby
Detached from one's own
Lackluster hearts dead soul

…. carry on
But do so with the kindness of
A clear sound life
Without the unflinching faith
Commanding the mad mob malice of men
To obey without a glimmer
To hope (with Prayers)
To not be moved

Because we are told
That our god will be glorified
In the victories
Defeating the enemy we
Face the days
In disquieting vacuums
Of words upon words
Conditioning and running
The empty
The bleak
Dark
Mouths
That devours
Those questions that
Fill those cups

Because those who thirst
Have no need
Or want
When we no longer
Drown In the hungers
Of a life
Without purpose

Meaningless
Just means
Lacking or devoid of reason
Or definition

The story has no end
When life
Is a circle and
We carry on
In a waltz
Spin
Spin
Sugar
Sweetly

Do as thou willingly
Choose to

Good or ill?
All or be still

Running on empty…