Defying Camus

I am helpless,
I am lame,
but I can see
the world through
the poet’s pen.

This is my way of
defying Camus for a
time and seeking
the mystery in the
word and solace
in an elegant line.

Till meaninglessness
once again catches up
with my withered hand
and the pen shall stop
and all that was shalt
be forever null and void.