I don't know what went wrong after I fell headlong
into a spiralling abyss & the background feeling of
trust's suddenly gone as if life took a wrong turn -
Wisdom & Hope left on a journey without me and
I'm stuck going nowhere in some kind of repetitive
routine in a replay of the same things over & over
again & my wish for spiritual growth or some kind
of insight, remains unfulfilled at this time
My dream to create something beautiful seems to
hang in the air - an illusion without manifestation
with the only escape from suffocation in parable-
like fantasy where symbols come alive - while a
desperate search to find something with which to
quench my thirst to achieve, is leading nowhere
and tonight I'm sinking deeper into the quagmire
of my blackest despair…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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