your screams into my silence.
Your constant crescendoing howl
out into your darkness stretching forth from me.
emits quite a depth of sound
that crumbles mental rock
that emblazons psychic air
the freezes spiritual waters.
In my silence, I hear your screams
it shifts and shatters my soul
to hear your ghastly pain
to tears
to pure sadness
through sorrow and regret
disgust and disbelief,
but mostly. . .
towards a roaring angst
and a despairing hope.
But freely I find
this brief relief.
It wrings out my heart
like a soaked towel.
I've sucked up all that I can,
I was sodden and drippy with
social tensity and a heavy feeling of self-perceived deficiency.
I fall short, every time.
My reach rips me,
slowly shreds me in two
but even in
self-dismemberment
I'll never make the mile,
this physical world will not allow me.
Therefore, I'll travel to the forest, to the serene and the calm cricketing quietness of my mind, my soul, and my being.
With
Thoreau my architect
Nietschze my critic
He-zeus,Buddha,Brahma
my guides
Plato my conspirator. .
