Untitled #5Scars of carelessness Line my form, A form of misery in absolute agony. The critical nature Of unscrupulous creatures Creates the despair of my being. Abject depression Reclaims my soul, Once again, For the moment, An ever-present longing Resurfaces in a new shape. I should have gone, I felt the need and yet denied it, Welcoming the withdrawl in place Of other sentiments. Who would have thought that They would have combined to make me worse? The dishonesty to myself amazes me So much that I don’t even know myself Anymore than a rock knows a touch. And therein lies the rub – I don’t even know myself. How can I even try to know others When I can’t see Past the haze in my brain? |
