Friday, 29 November 2024

This Poem Will Self Destruct

If you want to make other people happy

unrecovered trauma is spurring you on.

I want to see others happy,

but I do not want to be the means.

When I see turmoil, I want to help

but to come out of hiding, no, 

that is just not possible.

But I could shoot light ray prayers,

thought vibes that can lift and encourage.

But I won't leave this cave;

please don\t ask me to leave this cave.

Here is meditation, here is retreat

and the quiet sounds of nature.

When I do come out I can stay present

only long enough for you to believe.

But when gaining substance

the chills fear in my soul. 

When I did this before 

things fared not well.

When I thought I was real

it was easy to pretend

But now I am unreal

and to gain reality 

will be my end.

The end.

Again.



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