For all I said
for what I’ve done
for having too much fun
for living life like I’d never die
as if I’d never cry
Or grow bored of feelings inside
All this karma is right –
this job is where I belong for now
second and third chances
endless dances of pain
masked in joyful exuberance
estranged from the ego’s natural terrain
I’d like to get away
but right now I can’t
so I’ll embrace this concrete and steel
for this cubicle is not real
these numbers mean nothing
making higher ups something
so my spirit changes this environment
they never saw me coming
so I’ll emanate from the pearl inside
eternal light shines love for those who’ve known
and felt my night terrors as a child
they were terrified by the look in my eye
and even though they were open
my heart was sowed closed to reopen and heal
that gaping massive black hole in my soul.
Beautiful words, very touching 🙂
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Thanks. It hurt to write it, but felt better when someone liked it:)
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Yes, easy it ironic, my best writing happens when I feel pain or hurt! I’m sure that is the case with many others too.
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Indeed. Thank you.
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