The old gods

I beseech them, I walk amongst them

I ask, I question, I query, I demand

Until they become so frustrated with my…inability

To learn

That they remove me from their presence

I am cast out

Again

And the cycle begins

Again

And again

And again I must wonder at myself

So strong in my ignorance

In my willfulness

I have been given all the answers

All the truths

All the chances

And somehow it’s not enough

It’s never enough

I walk in darkness, then

In silence

Asking myself the very same questions that the gods have always answered

Answers I will not accept

Because

There are no gods

There are no answers

There is no proper response

The question is not a question

If I only ever ask

Why?