I really believe in poetry

There is nothing in these words
Bland symbols of shapes spoken out
In the creeping now, how do I hope
To reach you when I cannot reach myself?
The ravine inside is endless and I am at the
Bottom of it. There is nothing in these words.
If I repeat myself does it form a structure?
How through these bland symbols do I hope
To defeat the moment and reach the beyond
When I can hardly hold on to it? The ravine
Is bottomless and I am backed into a corner
And there is nothing in these words.