Om

Spontaneous prose, I feel (as always) extremely nervous about feedback, I'm trying to find my place in writing and I dream about dedicating my life to art, this is the first one of many writings.

Useless mound of stacked up garbage, 

the garbage of mind, the garbage of soul,

roadblocks in the way of illumination,

our mind loses its way and ends up crashing against them

Sad, devastated, crying desperately in a corner while searching for answers, 

are these forbidden? do we not deserve them? 

I raise both arms to the sky,

mercy, mercy, don not abandon me again,

I beg and I claim for you, 

do not leave your child, 

do not drown your child,

do not kill your child

the garbage rules the mind up to this moment,

rational thought seems far away from one,

madness, despair, loneliness are now your masters,

excuse me for failing myself again,

now leave me to my luck, if such still exists 

Reviews

[emme33]

This is truly beautiful! Really vivid imagery and I especially love the part about the child. Great work :)))