With such depth in the mystery of desperation, I never thought I'd find myself drowning there.
Such fierce loneliness pierces my chest like a bullet pierces metal.
Did I forget that the deceptions of this world are in the works? That the devil is playing his role well? That his misery is imposed on us?
Some days may seem bright, yet the darkness is still nested in me,
hiding behind the happiness, ready to be unleashed.
I get deceived by the sun to think the misery is gone, but when I enter the realm of my thoughts, it is still there welcoming me home.
Such a bittersweet taste this life has. You only get a taste of real love for a day, then the next drowns you back in despair.
Gone are the days when you had a tribe. Now it is all about surviving in the misery all by yourself in disguise.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
