Present State

On the edge of anger
I see the soul despaired
Crashed and tired my mind wanders
Through lives that ceased to exist.

Amidst life forces recharging my soul
I, Myself, cease to take more of it.
Carrying bounties that I reaped in tears
I load some of Shiva's remorse.

What is left of the morsels of my soul
A depression of expectations suddenly surfaces
A hell too discomforting to dwell in
Yet I find repose and calmness on that plane.

As my soul's paradise caves in,
I struggle to dig deeper
Not fighting nor exerting on surfacing
But I let the sands choke my breath.

April 17.1999

3:00 am
Can't sleep

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