Comments about Robert Kujawa
My Own Derision
Lost, I'm afraid, within the forest of confusion.
My will, drowning, within the lake of depression.
Found; how do I stand, atop the quicksand
Of misery, fruited, by thine own hand.
Buried, I'm afraid, within the dirt of decision.
My resolve, sinking, within the ocean of omission.
Arise; how do I stand, atop the mountain
Of coercion, fruited, by pine elected men.