Atman

I am wrapped in a black vapor encrusted with fire

That has burned you whole. You leave me hungry on my knees.

Karma has released its dogs upon me.

The music is coming up from the orange floor burying me alive.

Beethoven’s 9^th.

I am suffering in its notes.

My exhausted flesh.

These burning eyes.

 

I live in darkness dimly lit by rage.

Leave me or lead me to a light in

The warmth of happiness and control.

Willing.

Pleading.

Begging my body.

Begging my mind.

 

I’ll part my lips for a feast. A feast upon self;

Self Image ,Self loathing, Selfish.

Chock-full of the damage, and

Understanding nothing.

I am a stranger to myself.

 

I will risk a soul-less suicidal jump to freedom.

Strap me down and hold open the lids of my eyes .

Make me something else.

Reinvent me.

Reincarnate me beautiful

normal

fresh

and clean.

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[Poeticpiers]

heartfelt wishes expressed in poetic prose. I believe fervently in re incarnation and the law of Karma so you will have your wish granted sooner or later