![]() Strip My SoulA Poem by nyiBound to grief and what lies ahead is fog of misery Getting my psych up, is there a price for morality? Fast to start and slow to finish, my job is meant for redundancy I’m reaching for the top like a snail climbing up reluctantly I’m feeling distant again; it’s as real as gravity Locked myself inside and walking in zigzag is my idiosyncrasy Smashing things up and don’t have any sense of equanimity I eat my own ego, quick somebody takes me to mortuary! Should I call the Asylum and tell this is a matter of emergency? Still have one chance left, to take me onto the road of glory Through the haze of guilt, there is a beacon shining brightly Love is the answer, redemptive power of it, will take away my anxiety nyi ( 3.6.2010 ) © 2010 nyiAuthor's Note
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