10 December 2000
Torment of the Soul
I am waiting.
The mind that whirls constantly
Desperately seeking to still itself.
Distractions clutched at greedily.
Life flows around me.
Phenomena attracted
By the willingness to delude.
The teaching of life kept at bay.
Naivete and innocence
Yet, a piercing reason and logic.
Balance is a thin line of light.
This time is not mine.
I encompass the whole of life.
Always striving to remove the ills.
Laughed at and pitied.
Abused and taken advantage of.
Trapped in flesh.
Awareness beyond sanity.
Love of no measure.
Pain siphoned into forever.
---Heather L. Martin-----
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