Here I am, again
The place where it all falls apart
Where the light disappears
For the struggle of my heart
My soul yearns...for pleasure
A nice, sound, ending
To pain, suffering, inconvenience
The incessant blending
...of circumstances, truth, reality, experience
Ugh!!!
There is no freakin' reality
In this world, that can have my heart
Haven't I proven it...enough
Impatience wants to impart
...facts
Nice, another something to add
To the endless monotony of information
I'm exhausted from processing
REVELATION
I want presence...the kind I can hold
Except, experience has taught me well
The moment I possess, I can't enjoy
The passion to live in this sensational hell
Am I from here???
I believe I am a foreigner
In a land of relative friends
Having no tolerance for difference
Or learning how to blend
...without losing composure
I believe I will go to bed
Enough has been said
At least when I sleep
I have no need
...that alludes satisfaction.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/09/2019
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