Careless with my
dead weight,
– reality forsaked –
lost in dreams
of prettier things
than me
caressing my
bitterness and grief
– your toys – my
air – sustaining my
illusions –
acknowledging the
sacred but
a few fake smiling
faces
would be
cool.
Tag: Spiritual Path
Adrift
Adrift,
with neither an anchor to port nor the wind to support its sails,
inhaling
is the sole solution for moving forward – giving purpose to movement –
exhaling
seems a betrayal of all that was lost when life kept its promises:
– constant change – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.
Adrift
– our state whether known or unknown, contentment only coming with the belief that God’s hands will guide us – no God means no home –
either way – what is born must die – what laughs must cry – no experience is a lie, yet all experiences are lies because they are not constant.