Trying to be a better man makes me a worse person. One of my best poems so far. Read it! |
Rumination Hungry and striving for an outlet I swim through this mouthful torrent of various boundaries Somewhere outside of this habitat The source to the proper autonomy of the psyche resides Precise and as resilient as the records foretell Impatiently awaiting for the unbolting of these realms And whatever secrets are locked inside I urge to plunge into these unparalleled streams Pride invites as well as my persona’s common sense Obsessive about what lies beyond these walls Must have a peek of the whole image Must have a taste of its flavor and smell My sense of self needs it, like a junkie Pending for another fix, just hit me! A light glows from the center of this fogginess Ripping right through whatever is clouding my mind Calming me to the point I curl back again Now like a baby I struggle to be fed here in the inside. I wait for hours and I wait for weeks Frantic as I was before, I grow to be irritated How much will it take for this to pursue? I crave for the whole plaster, not drop by drop I reject being noshed with a spoon, even if it’s silver Even if it signifies a fitting requirement for the nurturing. So I fight it… with all my strength… But then… I fall again… Humbled in my shamefulness It has dug a hole for me to hide Merciful as it is a boaster I cannot ask for any more It has given me the sight To see where my mistakes lie Inside my self-centering Where I should let it stay Eating me from right within Poisoning my confidence Drowning all my optimism. Must embrace this radiant light With open arms must accept it There’s no other way to comply This is the only mean for unveiling the oneness. |