Torment Of A Number... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Its tendency that urges us to believe,
That a moment of truth is there,
To relieve and succumb to necessity and adhere?

Night and day, darkness with my light as consequence,
Thank you instinct and my consciousness.

Its the remedy that purges us to grief,
That a torment of sooth is mere,
To receive and galumph to reality with what, where?

Life and death, madness split the bright to tolerance,
Thank you extinct and my shamefulness.

Nairobi,07 April,2012