Poem Vs. Pain (C) 1-14-2011 Poem by Zahir Kijani

In a way I think I'm beginning to understand
You see every superman has his kryptonite
My power consists of the talents given to me
But my only weakness is the one thing I long for the most

Typically the universe is built upon balance
On scales of good or evil, blessing or curse
Black or white, Yin and Yang, life or death
My internal order must be writing…or happiness

For the happier I am more my talent starts to diminish
I try to finish but only sturdy body of water is the holding up Venice
My sea is chaotic I can't row steadily through the ravaging waves
I guess to our greatest features all humans are slaves

So morbidly distressed I'm depressed that I can't master my own
I'm caught in a zone where it's either my sanity or a poem
But what makes up my sanity are the ones that I can't have
My sanity comes and goes, but my legacy will forever last